Nevertheless, Susan added class to the place.
“Saturday,” he prompted, lest he get carried away with his thoughts. “How was it?”
“Fine.” She helped herself to a piece of raisin toast.
“What did you do?”
“Shopped. Had lunch. Went to the exhibit of Dutch landscape painters at the museum. Shopped some more.”
“Did you buy anything?”
She gave him a look that answered him quite well—and adorably, he thought. He grinned. “Tell me.”
“A handbag, two pairs of shoes, a darling silk dress for spring, and a bunch of stuff that was black, intimate, and sexy.”
“Don’t stop there.”
“That’s all I bought.”
“What kind ofstuff?”
She took another bite of toast and shrugged. “Silk stockings, garter belts—you know, Sam, personal stuff.”
He could picture it all too well. “When do you wear stuff like that?”
“All the time.”
“Are you serious?” he asked. His voice sounded strange, but there was nothing strange about the bulge in his pants. He had been hard a lot lately.
‘Of course, I’m serious. I like feeling feminine.”
Sam cleared his throat. “What about Savannah? Does she buy silk stockings and garter belts, too?”
Susan stared at him hard. “What’s Savannah got to do with this?”
Her vehemence startled him. “Not much. I was just asking.”
“I thought there wasn’t anything going on between Savannah and you.”
“There isn’t.”
“Then why do you want to know whether she was buying sexy underwear?”
“It was just a thought. Innocent conversation.”
“But why do you have thoughts like that about Savannah?”
“I don’t. I mean, it was just an extension of what you were saying. You and Savannah were shopping together. You bought something sexy. I wondered if she did, too.”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course not!” He sent a helpless glance skyward. “Christ, Susan, you’re making a big deal over nothing. I don’t give a good goddamn what Savannah wears under her clothes, but at the time it was the first thing that came to mind. If you want to go on talking about what you wear to feel sexy, be my guest. If I jump you before you make it to your eggs, it won’t be my fault.”
Susan studied him in silence. Then she said, “You want me?”
“Are you blind, deaf, and dumb?”
Her eyes flashed and she stood so quickly that her plate tottered on the next cushion. “No, I am not blind, deaf, and dumb.” Her arms were straight, her hands in fists by her sides. “Don’t you ever,eversuggest that I’m any one of those things. I may not be as brilliant as my sister Savannah, but I am not stupid.” She stormed to the side of the room, coming to an abrupt halt at the window, where she crossed her arms over her chest and stewed.
