I know I said this before, but it bears repeating. You know Tate won't like you...

I know I said this before, but it bears repeating. You know Tate won't like you staying with me."
"I don't care," she said bitterly. "I don't tell him where to sleep. It's none of his business what I do anymore."
He made a rough sound. "Would you like to guess what he's going to assume if you stay the night in my apartment?"
She drew in a long breath. "Okay. I don't want to cause problems between you, not after all the years you've been friends. Take me to a hotel instead."
He hesitated uncharacteristically. "I can take the heat, if you can."
"I don't know that I can. I've got enough turmoil in my life right now. Besides, he'll look for me at your place. I don't want to be found for a couple of days, until I can get used to my new situation and make some decisions about my future. I want to see Senator Holden and find another apartment. I can do all that from a hotel."
"Suit yourself."
"Make it a moderately priced one," she added with graveyard humor. "I'm no longer a woman of means. From now on, I'm going to have to be responsible for my own bills."
"You should have poured the soup in the right lap," he murmured.
"Which was?"
"Audrey Gannon's," he said curtly. "She had no right to tell you that Tate was your benefactor. She did it for pure spite, to drive a wedge between you and Tate. She's nothing but trouble. One day Tate is going to be sorry that he ever met her."
"She's lasted longer than the others."
"You haven't spent enough time talking to her to know what she' s like. I have," he added darkly. "She has enemies, among them an ex-husband who's living in a duplex because she got his house, his Mercedes, and his Swiss bank account in the divorce settlement."
"So that's where all those pretty diamonds came from," she said wickedly.
"Her parents had money, too, but they spent most of it before they died in a plane crash. She likes unusual men, they say, and Tate's unusual."
"She won't go to the reservation to see Leta," she commented.
"Of course not." He leaned toward her as he stopped at a traffic light. "It's a reservation!"
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Leta's worth two of Audrey."
"Three," he returned. "Okay. I'll find you a hotel. Then I'm leaving town before Tate comes looking for me!"
"You might hang a crab on your front door," she said, tongue-in-cheek. "It just might ward him off."
"Ha!"
She turned her eyes toward the bright lights of the city. She felt cold and alone and a little frightened. But everything would work out. She knew it would. She was a grown woman and she could take care of herself. This was her chance to prove it.