Only Pleasure (Bound Hearts 10)

Yes, these functions were such an obvious display of wealth and complete boredom that there were times Kia wanted to hide in her apartment and never attend another.

"I could always slip away to the ladies' room and then out the back," she heard Kimberly Raddington, a red-haired security expert, mumble to her husband, Jared, as they moved behind her. "The limo would be close. You know it would be. "

She almost smirked at the desperation in the other woman's voice. She knew Kimberly only in a distant fashion. She was more familiar with Jared Raddington because he had done some business with her father.

"Someone should warn Kimberly she could get scalped for deserting us," a voice behind her stated. If Kia wasn't mistaken, it was Ella Wyman, James Wyman's wife.

Now there was a pair. James Wyman was one of the names Drew had given her as a member of the club of "Trojans," as they called themselves. Ella was several years older than her husband, but James was besotted with her.

"I would have to murder her," Courtney Sinclair declared in a quiet hiss.

The group stood behind Kia now, and it was with a sense of sadness that she listened to their byplay. It was obvious there was true friendship among them. Women who knew each other well, who laughed and moaned together.

Or did they?

Kia smiled and returned greetings even as she wondered at that.

Once she had thought she had close friends. Other women she could exchange confidences with, who she could trust. And she had learned differently.

As she stood there, one of those friends moved by. Rebecca Harding, with her cool gray-blue eyes and short black hair. The daughter of a successful lobbyist. They had grown up together, gone to all the right schools together; they had been bridesmaids at each other's weddings.

Rebecca rarely looked her way now, and Kia was glad of it. Realizing how easily her friends had betrayed her had broken a part of her. It had left an empty ache where trust should have been.

"Women like Rebecca don't need to make excuses for their behavior; they're so above the rest of us mortals that mere rules do not apply. "

Kia turned quickly to find herself staring into the somber gray eyes of Tessa Andrews. She had known Tessa before her marriage to Cole Andrews. She and Tessa had gone through school together as well and had been friends until Tessa graduated and dropped out of society for several years.

"Really?" Kia murmured politely.

"You know, Kia, many of us realize exactly what happened several years ago. " Tessa moved in closer, her voice friendly, if tinged with wariness.

"And what exactly happened?" Kia asked her coolly. How many times had others attempted to find out the dirty details by making just such overtures?

Tess's gaze was compassionate, knowing. Kia ached as she turned away from the other woman. She didn't need friends any more than she needed a lover or a husband, she reminded herself.

Acquaintances, she had plenty of those. She had lunch once a week with a civic women's group and once a month she met with the women involved in her father's charities.

It was enough. She promised herself it was enough even though that vast loneliness she felt ached with the need to be eased.

"It's hard when friends betray you," Tessa murmured. "That doesn't mean others will. "

Kia almost rolled her eyes.

"If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Andrews. " She nodded politely to the other woman and her husband. "I see someone I need to speak to. "

Actually, she didn't.

She moved away from the group, her head held high.

"How horrifying," Tessa whispered to her husband. "Two years and she still remains so isolated. "

She felt Cole's arms come around her. She knew if she turned and looked into his wicked blue eyes she would see the love that had kept her warm for nearly two years now. Warm and loved.

"She nearly destroyed the club single-handedly," he whispered in her ear as he made the appearance of kissing it.

"Because she had lousy friends," Tessa grumbled. "Kia was always a kind person, Cole. I've known her forever and ever and she acts as though we're strangers. "

The sadness in his wife's voice tugged at Cole. He'd give her anything he possessed. Had given it to her. His heart and his soul and all the pleasure he could imagine for her.