Kate smelled a rat -- a big blond American one.
"Take it from me," Kate's boss told her sheepishly as he packed to leave London, "Van Fitzgerald is a man worth knowing." This after having advised Kate to avoid his American friend like the plague.
Kate supposed she should be grateful to Van for putting a stop to her boss's crude advances toward her, the insinuations that he'd purchased more than Kate's secretarial services. But whoever believed that women were the changeable sex had never encountered Van Fitzgerald's erratic behavior.
He was no man to get involved with, Kate decided. As if the choice were hers to make!
