Dana liked England, but not this particular Englishman. He seemed to have as many hands as a centipede did feet.

"Thanks for walking me up, John but I really need to get my beauty sleep tonight. There's that auction first thing in the morning, remember." Dana shrugged the man's clammy hand off her shoulder, trying not to shudder. She scratched at the tiny scar she'd had since February, which was mostly hidden by the strap of her black slip dress. "Thanks for dinner, though and ...