Chapter 6

I saw something in those blue eyes—recognition, perhaps, or was that wishful thinking on my part? As I returned the firm handshake, something unmistakably electric passed between the two of us, and the handshake continued well past the upper limits of normal. His voice, I managed to note, resonated like liquid gold.

Somehow I got through the pleasantries without making a fool of myself, found a seat in the wingback chair opposite him without stumbling over anything, and managed to focus on what Andrew, who’d settled on the sofa, was saying, despite the turmoil I was feeling, for I felt a crack beginning to appear in my oh so carefully constructed emotional defenses.

“—don’t recognize the name?”

I realized that Andrew was addressing me, expecting a reply, so I said, “Not that I recall.”

“Haven’t you been following the news lately?” Andrew said.