A not-so-young blonde woman sat in the dark of the room drinking scotch.

He'd stood her up. This guy that was going to get her out of this hole, who had money and resources and loved her so madly. High finance, he'd told her. Big doings, heavy travel, no time for a wife and kiddies--until he'd met her.

Damn him and his wattle and skinny ass and bald spot and all the money in the world wouldn't make up for it now.

Unless he'd gotten delayed . . .