“I was proposing,” Coulter whispered, “asking you to take a chance with me.” “But...you’re married.” Backstreet flashed through Ruby‘s mind—the abused girl who’d become the mistress of a prominent man. Coulter ruffled her hair. “Don’t misunderstand. There’ll be compensations.” “Let me tell you something,” Ruby warned. “You can’t know how hard it will be to get away from me...”