"I didn't know you involved yourself in political issues." She glanced at him wryly. "Of course you didn't. You don't know a lot about me." He scowled as he turned his attention to the circle and watched his mother dance, resplendent in her beautiful buckskins. No, he didn't know a lot about Cecily, but he did know how devastated she'd been to discover he'd paid her way through college, absorbed all her expenses out of pity for her situation. He was sorry for how much that had hurt her. But over the past two years, he'd deliberately distanced himself from her. He wondered why... "I had dinner with Senator Holden last week," she said conversationally, deliberately trying to irritate him. "He wanted to point me toward some special collections for the museum." He stared at his mother in the circle, but he was frowning, deep in thought. "I don't like Holden," he said curtly. "Yes, I know. You'll be delighted to hear that he returned your sentiment," she said with a chuckle at his scowl."