NineteenLeilani’s slim figure showed to perfection in the scarlet silk dress trimmed with jet beads she’d chosen for the occasion. Even Kaleo had surpassed his usual sartorial efforts, with a three-piece suit—trousers, waistcoat and thigh-length sack coat—in the same smoky-gray wool that set off his olive skin and dark eyebrows. She doubted there was a better-looking couple taking lunch in the Occidental’s increasingly familiar dining room.
And thanks to invaluable intelligence from Sam, they’d timed their visit perfectly. As they swept past Hector de Vile’s disbanding lunch party, intent on nothing more than a late nibble on the hotel’s lunch special—Dungeness Crab on ice with shallots, mayonnaise and Worcestershire sauce—she ensured that she caught the senator’s roving eye.
He wasn’t a
