As Sarah got to her feet, Tom stood too, just as Leanne came back down the stairs. From the tiny wrinkle between her brows, Sarah guessed that Deanne had refused the motherly touch that Leanne wanted to administer. Tom though didn't seem to notice. "We appreciate you bringing her home, Sarah," he said.
Leanne went to his side and linked a fashionable hand through his arm, "Are you leaving already, Ms. Miller? Where is your car?" She glanced out of the French windows to the empty driveway.
"Actually," Sarah said, "my...um...date dropped us off. I will have to call a cab."
"Oh, nonsense! I will drive you." Leanne smiled up at Tom. "That way you can talk to Deanne, and Ms. Martin and I can become friends." She transferred the smile to Sarah, bright and hard. There was not anything Sarah co
