"Okay," she said. "I guess I'll see you later then."
"Probably nine or ten," Damon said. "And Carol..."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
She caught her breath. "I love you too."
Damon hung up. Carol looked at her phone again. She couldn't believe it. He hadn't told her he loved her like that in more than a year. She called Emily. "Hi, Emily," she began. "I know you hate me right now, but I really need to talk to you. Please."
Emily was stunned that Carol called her. She couldn't imagine what she could want to talk to her about. She was still angry with Carol for having an affair with Kenton, but Carol had been a victim of Kenton's games too. She felt almost as sorry for her as she was angry. She shook her head. "Sonja," she called as she headed toward the kitchen. "Can you make up a pitcher of margaritas? You're not going to believe who is coming over."
Carol was there in less than ten minutes. She waited outside the door, looking extremely demure, an image Emily thought she would never see. She opened the door. "Come in," she said and moved aside to allow Carol in.
"Thank you for letting me come over," Carol said. She went to the living room and sat down. "I noticed you still have the curtains closed to the family room."
Emily nodded, "I still can't look at the pool. Mario cleaned the whole area and covered the pool with the winter cover, but I still can't go out there."
Carol nodded understandingly, "I don't think I could still be living in the house."
"It's been hard, but until I get some things finalized, I can't really do anything else. Although, I don't think I'll move. I love this house and the property. I'll probably just make some major changes."
Carol nodded again, "The police came over yesterday and wanted to talk about Damon and Junior. They wanted to know if I knew who it is, and I really don't. I know it's a man, but I couldn't recognize the voice. I'm afraid I may have incriminated Damon, though."
"What do you mean?"
"They had a ring, one that Damon had bought a year ago. He wanted us both to have pinky rings he said. I'm not sure where they found that ring, but it can't be good that they have it."
"I don't want to believe that Damon killed Kenton, but was he really with you that whole night?" Emily asked.
Carol looked away. "As far as I know," Carol admitted. "We really did have make-up sex, but when I woke up he was asleep in his room. I know for sure he was in his room at five, because I got up and went in there and we had more make-up sex. I didn't pay any attention to his hands. I would assume he would have had bruises if he'd hit Kenton in the head."
Emily nodded. "They were here earlier today and found a bunch of drugs and a gun in Kenton's desk in his office upstairs."
Carol's head swung toward her. "What kind of drugs?"
"Club drugs," Emily said. "Ecstasy, cocaine, and roofies, or something like that, it's a date rape drug."
"Oh my God!" Carol exclaimed.
"In retrospect," Emily said. "I'm not really all that surprised."
Sonja came out with the margaritas. "Sorry it took so long. I was having a blender problem."
"That's okay," Emily said. "Sit down and join us."
Sonja poured a tumbler of margaritas for each of them, and then went back to the kitchen to get a glass for her.
"Where's Mario?" Carol asked when Sonja came back.
"He's down at the house with Fernando. They have been working on the yard all day and are watching baseball now," Sonja said, sipping her margarita.
Carol took a drink of hers and sighed. "I've missed this so much. I've missed you guys."
"Me?" Sonja asked.
"Yes," Carol smiled. "I haven't had anyone roll their eyes at me in days.
Sonja laughed."Well," Emily said. "After the police find Kenton's killer, things will get better. I'm still angry about you having an affair with Kenton, but we were all victims of his games."

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