“You count on that, don’t you?”
“Other than telling your tall tales to your detective friend, you haven’t told a soul and you won’t. You know what I have hanging over you. You know the family money would bury you in a mountain of shame, and you couldn’t stand that. You’d be ruined. You’d be lucky to spend the rest of your life as a fry cook at the local diner.”
I seethed at the reference, then said, evenly: “Maybe you shouldn’t count on me being quiet forever, Jon.”
“Oh, I think I will. And my advice is to lose the boyfriend, your rich rancher. If he gets wind of what his pretty redheaded lover really is, you’ll be drummed out of town.”
“He already knows about my kinky s*x life, Jon. That would not be a surprise.”
“But does he know about the lies you’ve told? The savvy law student fro
