Stone Barrington 06-11

the door and thanked him. Then he went back out to the terrace. Arrington was out of the shift, now, stretched out on a lounge in her bikini, and there was a cocktail pitcher on the table next to her.
    “It’s not too early for a drink now, is it?” she asked. “I made one of your favorites.”
    Stone poured the drinks into two martini glasses, handed her one and stretched out on the lounge next to her. He sipped the drink. “A vodka gimlet,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”
    “Poor deprived Stone,” she said.
    “I think I associated the drink with you.”
    She smiled. “I’m glad you waited until now to have one.”
    “You passed the polygraph with flying colors,” he said.
    “I know.”
    “You know? Arrington, you haven’t been taking tranquilizers, have you?”
    “Of course not. You told me just to tell the truth, didn’t you?” She smiled again. “Are you relieved?”
    Stone laughed. “Yes, I’m relieved.”
    “There was always the possibility that I’d killed Vance, wasn’t there?”
    “I never believed that,” he said truthfully.
    She reached over and took his hand. “I know you didn’t; I could tell.”
    They sat in silence for a minute or two and sipped their drinks.
    Finally, Arrington spoke. “I told you last year I’d leave Vance for you, remember?”
    “I remember.”
    “You were terribly proper, and I was angry with you for not taking me up on it, but I must admit, I admired you for the way you behaved.”
    Stone said nothing.
    “I’m free now, Stone; I hope that makes a difference to you.”
    “It does, but there’s something that troubles me, and I’m not quite sure how to deal with it.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “I’ve spoken with Vance’s accountant and lawyer, and as soon as we’re past this thing with the police and the will is probated, you’re going to be a very rich woman.”
    “Well, I suppose I assumed that,” Arrington said. “How rich?”
    “Half a billion dollars.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Half a billion ? Is that what you said?”
    “That’s what I said. In fact, right now, you’re a multimillionaire. You and Vance have a joint stock account that’s currently worth more than fifteen million dollars.”
    “I guess I thought that’s what the whole estate would be worth. I guess I don’t think about money, much. I don’t even pay much attention to the trust Daddy left me.”
    “You don’t have to think about this right now, but you will have to later on.”
    “I suppose so.” She looked at him narrowly. “Are you troubled by my newfound wealth, Stone?”
    “Well, yes. I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.”
    “I was wealthy before, you know. Daddy’s trust fund is a fat one, worth about twelve million, last time I checked. It never bothered you before.”
    “I didn’t know the details,” he replied. “I didn’t know you were all that rich.”
    “Poor baby,” she said, patting his cheek.
    Stone took a deep breath. “Now, there’s something about me you have to know.”
    “What’s that?”
    “You remember Dolce.”
    “Eduardo Bianchi’s daughter? How could I forget that dinner party in Connecticut last summer?”
    “Dolce and I were to have been married last weekend, in Venice.”
    Arrington sat up and looked at him, surprised. “Oh?”
    He started to tell her about the preliminary, but thought better of it. What did it matter? “But before it could take place, I was on a plane to L.A.”
    Arrington placed a hand on her breast. “Close call,” she said. “Whew!” Then she sat back. “Are you in love with her?”
    “I’m … a little confused about that,” Stone said.
    She took his hand again. “Let me help clear your mind.”
    “I’ll admit, I had misgivings, even before going to Venice, but she was pretty overwhelming.”
    “I can imagine,” Arrington said tartly.
    “Now, I think I must have been crazy. Dino has been telling me that since the moment I met her.”
    “Dino is a very smart man,” Arrington said. “Listen to him. I know how overwhelming a moment can be; that’s how I came to marry Vance. You’re well out of that relationship.”
    “I’m not exactly out of it, yet,” Stone replied. “I still have to speak to her; she’s been … unavailable when I’ve called her. She’s in Sicily.”
    “That’s just about far enough away,” Arrington said. “That should make it easier for you.”
    “I’m going to have to tell Eduardo, too.”
    “I can understand how facing