Chapter 9The next morning, the insistent jangle of her phone woke Arabella. She and Zeth had spent long, delightful hours exploring the still new and amazing delights of loving each other in every way they could imagine, finally falling asleep nearer dawn than sundown. Opening one eye, Arabella groped for the phone, knocked it off her nightstand, and finally picked it up. Why the voicemail function didn’t kick in she had no idea, but it just kept ringing.
“Hello. This better be good.” She half expected the caller would be Paul, but no, the voice was feminine and soon registered as familiar.
“Arabella, are you all right? You sound quite distressed.”
Oops, it’s Catherine. I shouldn’t have been so curt. She’s paid me more for a few paintings than I made from a good half of everything I eve
