Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

"What?"

"I heard Grandpa's been getting tougher on you. Are you still willing to leave with me?" Warren's eyes were earnest, searching Sylvia's face.

Sylvia set down her coffee cup and glanced at him he clearly wasn't going to get much out of her. She decided to stay polite. "I'm finished. Let's go."

She stood up to leave, but Warren suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She winced, staring at him-there was something strange and stormy in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Warren stood as well, sighing. He glanced at her collar, then gave a crooked smile. "Just so you know, your shirt's inside out."

"Oh." Sylvia glanced down at her collar as he fixed it for her, then turned sharply and headed for the door.

...

Across town.

Bailey propped her chin on her hand, staring at a plate of roast chicken and mashed potatoes. She barely had an appetite, thanks to the sour-faced man sitting across from her.

"Mr. Rupert, aren't you going to check on them? Your niece is pretty gutsy, still hanging around Warren."

"I heard he sold off the family's secret recipe. And now he's been offloading shares of the family company under the table. Looks like he's digging a hole for you before he skips town."

"Let's see who he

in understanding. "Guess it's a game of cat and mouse, huh? Still, I've met a lot of men, but the first

Sylvia, so she couldn't help

his cup, expression unreadable, and stood. "I'm

assistant over. "What was the name of that actor last time? Have him come over and join me for

you waiting for Mr.

I am. Don't trust a word out of that

...

Sylvia downstairs, she deliberately slowed her

to say goodbye when

you're back! And this

she must have mistaken Warren for Rupert, the man Sylvia had once introduced

"Oh, Mrs.

his hand. "I'm Sylvia's big

blushed in embarrassment and reached to shake

actually have something for you upstairs. Come

at Warren. "Take

that, she practically dragged Mrs.

to tease her again, but Sylvia changed the subject in a

pink. "No, someone

boyfriend?" Sylvia asked,