There, over on the other side of the pool…was that Kit? He squinted, shifting to get the glare of one of the spotlights out of his eyes. Then the crowd moved, blocking his view, but he felt sure the woman was she. There were no other black dresses in the crowd.
He made his way around the courtyard to her. Kit looked up when he approached.
“Why, Dr. McClintock, to what do I owe this honor?” Her voice dripped sarcasm.
Oh boy, is she mad. What have I done now? He tried for a light tone, his usual manner of dealing with difficult things. “We didn’t get a chance to talk much, so I thought I’d remedy that.”
“Oh, I think we talked quite enough. Perhaps not over last weekend, though, when you neglected to inform me you were not just Blue-Collar Bill who happened to be interested in Native Amer
