Byron said, looking straight ahead at the road, “I went into the house before, looking for you. I saw you and Cleveland.” After a pause filled with engine noise he glanced at her. Her brows were contracted over wide dark eyes in a scowl, and she looked lovely, but tough. She very much resembled their father. “Is this why you offered to drive me to the governor’s place? To lecture me? Thanks, dear.” “That’s a married man, Madeline. Mom and Dad would be damned upset at what I saw.” “Don’t talk to me about upsetting Mom and Dad. I have yet to marry a Jew.”
