“Where do you have to be at this hour?” he asked.
“Back in Palm Beach.”
Stone wasn’t terribly surprised. Thad Shames, a computer software billionaire, had a peripatetic life-style, and Callie was, after all, at his beck and call.
“First of all, I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. “I had to go by the house and pick up some things.”
Stone looked around; she wasn’t carrying anything.
“They’re in the car,” she said.
“What did you have to pick up?” he asked.
“Some things. My things.”
Stone blinked. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Back to Palm Beach. I told you.”
Stone was baffled. “Callie . . .”
She took a deep breath and interrupted him. “Thad and I are getting married this weekend.”
Stone was drinking his bourbon, and he choked on it.
“I know you didn’t expect this,” she said. “For that matter, neither did I. It’s just happened the past couple of weeks.” She had been gone for two weeks on this last trip.
Stone recovered his voice. “Are you perfectly serious about this?”
“Perfectly, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to talk me out of it.”
That was exactly what he wanted to try. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”
“It’s good, Stone. It isn’t like with you and me, but that could never last.”
“Why not?” Stone demanded, stung.
“Oh, it’s been great. I arrive in town, move in with you; we go to Elaine’s and the theater, and around. We fuck our brains out for a week or two, then I go back.”
That was exactly what they did, he reflected, but he wasn’t going to admit it. “I thought we had more than that going,” he said.
“Oh, men always think that,” she said, exasperated. “There are things Thad can give me, things I need, things you can’t . . .” She left it hanging.
“Can’t afford?” he asked. “I live pretty well. Of course, I’m not worth five billion dollars, but I didn’t think Thad was, anymore, not after his new stock offering collapsed, and with the way the market has been.”
“It’s true,” she said. “Thad was hurt badly. Now he’s only worth three billion.”
“What a blow,” Stone said.
“It’s not the money,” she said. “All right, maybe that’s part of it. God knows, I’ll never have to draw another anxious breath.”
“Not about money, anyway.”
“Won’t you try and understand?”
“What is there to understand? I’m out, Thad’s in. It’s your life; I can’t tell you how to live it.”
“If only you’d . . .” She stopped.