There was no dream. Spencer slept as deeply as a child, with no worries, no nagging fears. The curtains were drawn closed so that the afternoon sun filtered through lazily. Traffic sounds muffled through it, coming as a quiet drone. She wore only a short terry robe and lay on top of the spread. Ashley would come back to wake her so that they could spend some time sight-seeing before nightfall. Because they were both scheduled to play the following day, they would go to bed early.

The knock on the door wakened her. Sitting up, Spencer ran a hand through her tousled hair. Ashley had forgotten her key, she thought groggily. She stepped from the dim bedroom into the brighter parlor, wincing against the change of light. Absently she wondered what time it was as she opened the door. Shock took a moment to penetrate. "Eric," she whispered.

"Spencer." He gave her what was nearly a bow before he elbowed his way into the room. "Did I wake you?"

"I was napping." She closed the door, trying to recover her scattered wits. He looked the same, she thought. Naturally he would. Eric would see no reason to change. He was tall, slim, with a military carriage. He had a sharp-featured European face, a bit haughty and remote. Dark blond hair was cut and groomed to indicate wealth and conservatism. Light eyes in a pale face—both romantic, intelligent and cold. Spencer knew that his mouth could twist into a hard line when he was crossed. As a suitor he had been charming, as a lover, meticulous. As a husband he’d been unbearable. She drew herself straight. He was no longer her husband.

"I didn’t expect to see you, Eric."

"No?" He smiled. "Did you think I wouldn’t drop by while you were in town? Lost a bit of weight, Spencer."

"Competition tends to do that." Years of training had her gesturing toward a chair. "Please, sit down. I’ll get you a drink." There was no reason to be upset by him now, she told herself. No need to feel fear or guilt. Divorced couples managed to be civilized more often then not. Eric, Spencer thought with a grim smile, was a very civilized man. "Have you been well?" She poured his scotch neat, then added ice to Perrier for herself.