CHAPTER 12WE SAT QUIETLY, FINISHING our lunch. Her hair was still a little wet from the shower and hung down over a powder-blue silk blouse. Her eyes were distant and deep in thought, looking out from the small balcony over the city. My God, she was beautiful. I could tell under that beauty was a very strong woman. She had been tested before in life. I would not want to be the one who ever crossed her. My guess was that she could be very ruthless. In this moment of stress and lost in thought, her guard came down and you could see the depth of her soul. I had seen this type of personality before — strong, loyal to a fault, honest, and ruthless when needed—but only in men. Jim Marino came to mind.
She came back to the present moment and caught me staring at her. “What?” she asked.
“What?”
