“But Bill didn’t take the shirt.”

“That’s right. And you know that Bill never promises something unless he means it. That proves he wanted to forget all about me and follow his own agenda in Miami. He’s probably out on the beach right now with Ronni Ward and

” Andrea stopped as Moishe let out a yowl. “You’re absolutely right, Moishe. Bill’s probably out there catting around.”

But no sooner had the words left Andrea’s mouth than Moishe gave another yowl even louder than the first. And then another that was practically earsplitting.

“What’s the matter with him, Hannah?”

Hannah walked over to take her cat out of the cage. He wanted to get away from them and back to adoration of his public, but Andrea felt abandoned enough as it was without adding a cat’s rejection to the mix. “He’s upset,” she said, quite truthfully.

“Why?”

“He knows you’re upset and you’re one of his favorite people,” Hannah told her, leaving truth in the dust. “He probably wants to sit in your lap and make you feel better.”

“How sweet!” Andrea breathed, holding out her arms. “Give him to me, Hannah.”

“Be nice and I’ll give you a whole can of tuna when we get home,” Hannah whispered in her mini-tiger’s ear. Moishe turned to give her a baleful look, as if a fishy bribe was an insult and he wouldn’t dream of misbehaving with someone as upset as Andrea was.

“It’s very, very nice of you to care, but I’m much better now,” Andrea cooed, stroking Moishe’s head. And then she looked up at Hannah. “This is just amazing. I had no idea he liked me this much. Look, Hannah. He’s licking my hand.”

Hannah smiled and mentally vowed to give her feline a whole canister of salmon-flavored treats in addition to the tuna. And then she got back to the business at hand. “So

you found the shirt in Bill’s scarf drawer.”

“His scarf and hankie drawer. He doesn’t have drawer just for scarves.”

“Right.” Hannah did her best to think of some reason why Bill wouldn’t want to take the shirt. “Tell me about the shirt. What kind was it?”

“It was an Armani that I found on sale out at the mall. The salesman told me it was really in right now, and Bill said he absolutely loved it.”

Really in tipped Hannah off. She was willing to bet there was more to this story than a simple shirt. “What did the shirt look like?”

“You know. It had two sleeves, and buttons, and a collar, and

you know what a shirt looks like.”

“Long sleeves, or short?”

“Long.”

“Regular collar?”

“That’s right. It had one pocket, and it was an absolutely gorgeous color.”