Part 203 (2/2)

up soon enough. Drew was sure of it. Being Brian McAvoy's

favored son-in-law was bound to have its rewards. In the meantime, he

had a very, very rich wife. A rich naive wife.

With a laugh, he strolled over to the window. What better mate for an

ambitious man? He only had to control his temper and impatience, keep

her happy, and then everything he wanted would fall in his lap.

THEY MOVED INTO an elegant two-story condo on the Upper West Side.

Because it seemed so important to Drew, she tried to ignore the fact

that they were living on the eleventh floor. She only really got dizzy

when she stood at the window and looked straight down. The phobia was

an annoyance to her. She had stood at the top of the Empire State

Building and felt exhilarated. Yet if she stood at a fourth-floor

window, her head spun and her stomach heaved.

Drew was right, she thought, wherj he told her she'd have to learn to

live with it.

In any case, Emma liked the high, coffered ceilings in the master

bedroom, the ornate Deco bal.u.s.trade that ran along the curving stairs,

the niches cut into the walls, and the maroon and white checkerboard

tiles in the foyer.

Emma called on Bev to decorate it, hoping her touch, and a few weeks of

her company, would make the move from the loft less painful. Emma had

to admit the condo was lovely, with its aerielike view of Central Park

and its wide, winding staircase. She satisfied her yen for antiques and

oddities by furnis.h.i.+ng it with a mix of prissy Queen Anne and funky pop

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