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 the tour of the warehouse was fantastic." It was also educational. She'd spotted at least half a dozen stolen antiques, including a couple from the auction house she consulted for in New York. Exactly what she'd been hoping to find and Romeo here had led her straight to them.