The Time Exchange

The Time ExchangeShe was half his age, a cool young woman whose green eyes he could not read. He had never known anyone remotely like her.His name was Bryce Cromartin--Bryce Cromartin III, in fact, though he had dropped the Roman numeral, as too ostentatious, years ago. He had a house in Marblehead, a condominium on Beacon Hill and a summer place on the Cape. Her name was Vicki Mahoney; they had met in his lawyer's office, where she was a typist.She would never allow him to take her home; she sa...