Olivia wasn't alone in the foyer, Julian hovering beside a tall, wafer thin woman in giant sunglasses. I knew who she was, of course, would have guessed she thought herself important regardless of her actual identity. What, in a bad mood all over again despite the hotness following on my heels?

Forgive me my natural redheaded inclination to temper.

Before Olivia could say a word, her beaming smile splitting her painted lips wide, the slender brunette with the tidy ...