Jeremy watched the car until it disappeared, his eyes dark and unreadable, like something bottomless.

After a long moment, he slowly raised his right hand. She had touched him there. And when she did, he'd felt it.

Ridiculous. A woman who'd walked away from him — and he still felt it.

He hated that.

******

Up on the second-floor balcony, Julian Hale and Francesca had been watching for a while.

Francesca leaned ...