Sacred Sins

neither of them had moved. Tess felt something loosen inside her, then grow tight and uncomfortable again before she made herself smile at him and nod in a friendly, casual greeting.
    “…don't you agree?”

    “What?” She jerked herself back to Dean. “I'm sorry, my mind was wandering.”
    A man who lectured hundreds of college students a year was used to being ignored. “I said, don't you think this particular sculpture shows the true conflict and eternal cycle of the man-woman relationship?”
    “Hmmm.” What she saw was a jangle of copper and tin that may or may not have been welded into metallic copulation.
    “I'm thinking of buying it for my office.”
    “Oh.” He was a sweet and absolutely harmless English professor whose uncle played an occasional game of poker with her grandfather. Tess felt an obligation to lead him away from the sculpture, as a mother might lead a child whose allowance was hot in his hand away from a shelf of plastic, overpriced model cars. “Don't you think you should look around a bit, consider some of the other…” What did one call them? “Pieces first?”
    “The stuff's selling like hotcakes. I don't want to miss out.” He glanced around the sardine-packed room then began to edge toward the owner. Greenbriar was hard to miss in an electric-blue suit with headband to match. “Excuse me, just a minute.”
    “Hello, Tess.”
    Cautious, calm, she looked up at Ben. The fingers around the minuscule handle of her cup dampened. Tess told herself it was the body heat in the overcrowded room.
    “Hello, Ben. How are you?”
    “Terrific.” He was lousy, had been lousy for exactly one week. She stood in the midst of what he considered the pomp and the pompous and looked as cool and virginal as a vase of violets among a forest of orchids. “Interesting gathering.”

    “At least.” Then her gaze slid over to the woman at his side.
    “Dr. Court, Trixie Lawrence.”
    Trixie was an Amazon in red leather. In heeled boots, she stood an inch over Ben, with a mane of improbable red hair that exploded around her head in spikes, corkscrews, and kinks. The army of bracelets on her arm jingled as she shifted. On her left breast was a tattoo of a rose that peeked out from the low V of her vest.
    “Hello.” Tess smiled and offered her hand.
    “Hi. So you're a doctor?” For all her size, Trixie's voice was only a breathless squeak.
    “I'm a psychiatrist.”
    “No shit?”
    “No shit,” Tess agreed as Ben made a business of clearing his throat.
    Trixie took one of the quarter-sized quiches and swallowed it like an aspirin. “I had a cousin in the loony bin once. Ken Launderman. Maybe you know him.”
    “No, I don't think so.”
    “Yeah, I guess you see a lot of people with their batteries low.”
    “More or less,” Tess murmured, and glanced over at Ben. No trace of embarrassment there, she noted. He was grinning like a fool. Her own lips twitched before she lifted her cup. “I'm surprised to see you here.”
    Ben rocked back on the heels of worn tennis shoes. “Just impulse. I busted Greenbriar about seven years ago. Little artistic business with checks. When he sent me the invitation, I thought I'd drop in and find out how he was doing.” He glanced over to see his host embrace the woman in diamonds. “Seems to be doing just fine.”
    Tess tasted her cooling cappuccino and wondered if Ben kept on such friendly relations with everyone he'd arrested. “So, what do you think of the show?”

    Ben looked over at the case of buttons. “Such blatant mediocrity, in a society that has singles' night at the supermarket, is bound to be rewarded with tremendous financial gain.” He watched the light bloom in her eyes, wishing he could touch her. Just once. Just for a moment.
    “That's what makes America great.”
    “You look terrific, Doc.” He yearned. It was the first time he believed he understood the true meaning of the word.
    “Thanks.” With the clear-minded intensity she hadn't felt since childhood, she wished she looked terrific.
    “I've never been to singles' night at the supermarket,” Trixie put in as she inhaled a plateful of quiches.
    “You'll love it.” Ben's smile faded a bit when he looked over Tess's shoulder and saw the man she'd been standing with before. “Friend of yours?”
    Tess turned her head, then waited until Dean worked his way through the crowd. Her neck was long, slender, circled by pearls that made her skin seem only more delicate. Ben