Somebody just shoot me and save me the trouble of trying to melt into the floor from utter, total embarrassment. I am SO sorry I called you 'Ara' in my original posting of this review. It's true she is a great writer, but she isn't you and I shouldn't have given her the credit for this wonderful story. Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea culpa.

And now for the review you so richly deserve...

"...cigar clamped between his teeth like a stopper in a bottle, keeping in all the words he knew he'd never say. How could he tell her he'd been wrong?"

Good lord, Victoria, that is beyond awesome. Usually, I hate the ones where they're so far apart that they'll never get back to each other, but this one doesn't seem quite so bleak. I can almost believe he's OK with the way things are -- he knows he was wrong and that's good, lets him sleep at night; she might be a little bitter, but she's also strong and that's good, too, because he gets as much of the credit for that as he does blame.

The criminal investigation parts of this were really nifty, too. Great story --Wendie