Rory didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed once the last question in Final Jeopardy! was answered—Joseph Haydn was the composer who’d written one-hundred-and-six symphonies—and Zane withdrew his teasing fingers from Rory’s private regions.
As the credits rolled, Brenda turned to Rory. “You should apply to be a contestant. You’d win a fortune.”
Instantly all of Rory’s amorous feelings fled, leaving him chilled. However, before he could formulate a convincing argument why he couldn’t, Zane said, “Ror don’t like showing off, an’ he don’t like crowds an’ stuff.”
Bill nodded. “You must do what you feel comfortable with.” He got out of his overstuffed armchair and made for the door. “Any of that chocolate cake left, Bren?”
“In the orange tin next to the stove,” she called out af
