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  Strange how, in the space of a phone conversation, she could go from quitting work in two days to pinching pennies by not buying a new pair of panty hose.

  She used the bus ride to compose herself, and get her thoughts ordered. Another talk with Al had cleared up a few more points. Al said if Jenner wanted, she could set up a blind trust, to keep Jenner’s identity secret, but was there really any point? When Jenner Redwine, who didn’t even have a bank account, suddenly quit work, bought a new car, and moved to a better place, everyone she knew was bound to figure something was up. Besides, Michelle couldn’t keep a secret forever. Jenner loved her, but Michelle tended to talk first and think later. Setting up a blind trust would also mean hiring a lawyer, which would be more delays, besides what the lawyer would charge. She just wanted to get everything started.

  She got off at the nearest bus stop, found the correct building, and took the elevator up to the seventh floor. When she opened the door, everyone in the room turned to look at her. Her heartbeat hitched. Did anyone in the room breathe as she approached the long, tall counter? She didn’t think so.

  Three other people—maybe they’d won some of the smaller payouts—were seated in the small waiting area. One was reading a magazine, but the other two watched her. What were they waiting for? God, was she supposed to sign in and wait her turn? This was nerve-racking enough, without having to wait.

  An older woman pasted on a good imitation of a sincere smile when Jenner reached the counter. Swallowing hard, Jenner reached into her bag and took out the winning ticket, as well as her pay stub and driver’s license, and placed them all on the counter.

  “I won,” she half-whispered, trying to keep everyone else in the room from hearing.

  The woman picked up the items, looked at the ticket, and a wide grin split her face. “Yes, you certainly did.” She nodded to the people in the waiting area behind Jenner, and they all got up from their chairs. Jenner turned, and a flash went off in her face, momentarily blinding her. The woman and two men fired questions at her, talking on top of each other; she couldn’t pick out a single question that made sense, everything was jumbled so. She backed up and found herself pinned against the counter, unable to go either left or right.

  One of them stepped on her left foot, and abruptly she’d had enough. “Hey!” she said loudly, almost shouting. “Back it up, okay? One of you almost took my toe off.” The three reporters momentarily paused, and Jenner took advantage of the brief silence to announce, “My name is Jenner Redwine.”

  Chapter Four

  YOU CAN’T UNRING A BELL.

  Jenner stared down at the legal-size sheets of paper in her hand, trying to make sense of what she was reading. She’d just gotten out of the Goose, in the employee parking lot at Harvest Meat Packing, when a nondescript man had approached.

  “Jenner Redwine?”

  You’d think she’d have learned by now, because the past two weeks, since she’d gone public with the winning ticket, had been filled with people who wanted her to invest in a surefire business proposition, or give to charity, or give to them, or any number of variations on the theme of Give Me the Money. She should have run as fast as she could. Instead, startled, she’d turned and said, “Yeah?”

  The man extended a thick envelope to her, and automatically she took it. “You’ve been served,” he said, then the asshole winked at her before turning and hurrying away.

  Served?

  “I don’t have a red cent yet!” she yelled furiously at his back.

  “Not my problem,” he called as he jumped in a white Nissan and drove away.

  Jenner tore open the envelope and unfolded the stapled-together sheets of legal-size paper, quickly scanning them. Sheer rage engulfed her, making her literally see red. In that moment, if she’d been able to get her hands on Dylan, she’d have strangled him.

  “Trouble?” A coworker sneered at her as he passed. “Who knew being rich would be such a bitch?” He laughed at his own joke as he entered the plant, and everyone in the vicinity laughed, too.

  If she’d only known, if she’d had any idea, she’d have set up a blind trust and never gone public. She wouldn’t even have told Michelle, not until she actually had the money. Not that Michelle hadn’t been great, but these past two weeks had been hell—and now this. Now Dylan was suing her for half the winnings, claiming … whatever it was he was claiming, that they’d lived together and shared expenses and went in on the winning ticket together, along with a bunch of other bullshit.

  Hounded to death was a reasonable description of what Jenner’s life had been like for the past two weeks. Practically from the minute her name had been released as the jackpot winner, her phone had rung. And rung. And rung. All hours of the day and night, the phone rang, until she had finally unplugged it, more or less permanently. Charities, long-lost relatives—usually so long-lost she hadn’t even known she had them—people offering her the opportunity of a lifetime to get in on the ground floor of a great business opportunity, friends who wondered if she could help them out of tight spots … the list was endless. At first she had patiently explained to each and every one that she hadn’t received a single dime yet and possibly wouldn’t for months, but she’d soon learned that reality hadn’t made a dent in their persistence. Most people simply didn’t believe her.

  She fished out her cell phone and called Al, who had become her voice of sanity, her anchor. “I’m being sued for half,” she said baldly when Al answered. “An ex-boyfriend—who I broke up with before the drawing, and I can prove it, because I called a friend and we went out to celebrate.”

  “Did you live together?” Al asked briskly.

  “No. Never. He wore out his welcome pretty fast.”

  “I know you don’t want to do it, but you have to hire a lawyer. The suit has to be answered and dealt with, or he wins by default.” Al had been recommending an estate lawyer and Jenner had been resisting, not wanting to take on that expense when getting the money would take so long, but Jenner recognized necessity when she was staring at it.

  “All right, one lawyer coming up. Can Dylan win anyway?”

  “I doubt it. A lawyer can tell you more about that than I can. He probably just wants you to pay him to go away, because lawyer fees can add up fast. When your lawyer contacts his lawyer, don’t be surprised if he makes an offer to settle out of court for, oh, fifty thousand or so.”

  “I’m not giving him one red cent, no matter how much a lawyer costs,” Jenner said between gritted teeth. She glanced at her watch, then at the employees’ door. She was going to be late clocking in if she didn’t get a move on. “I gotta go, I’m going to be late.”

  “I keep telling you: quit.”

  “I have to have something to live on until the money comes through.”

  “So borrow fifteen, twenty thousand from the bank. They’ll gladly give it to you just on your signature alone, no collateral required. Take a vacation, get out of here until everything settles down.”

  Al had been recommending that from the time Jenner’s name went public, but Jenner was still too close to getting by from paycheck to paycheck to be so cavalier about going into debt for that much money. Twenty thousand was a lot of money to her, one fifth of the amount she’d settled on for discretionary cash. To her, that would be money wasted, blown on basically nothing, and she just couldn’t make herself do it. Not yet, anyway. Things were getting so uncomfortable at work, she wasn’t ruling anything out.

  “I’ll think about it.” That was the first time she’d given in, even a little, on her stance that she had to work. “I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” She felt guilty for admitting even that much of weakness, as if she had already moved to Wussville. She ended the call and trudged toward the plant entrance.

  But it wasn’t just all the people asking for money or even Dylan. It was everything. It was the way her coworkers had celebrated with her, at first—before the snide comments started. They resented her for still being there.