James walked with me off the dance floor after an enjoyable merengue. “Dancing is thirsty work. May I fetch you a drink, dear lady?”
I smiled at him. “If you wouldn’t mind?”
“You prefer Manhattans, if I recall correctly.”
“Yes. How kind of you to remember.”
His eyes twinkled. “As if I could forget!” He brought my hand to his lips and brushed a kiss across the back of it. “You and Nigel were both so kind to a young attaché who had just landed his first position on this side of the Pond.”
And he had been so surprised, although he’d tried very hard to conceal it. After all, Mr. Freeze and his ice queen of a wife were the least likely of any to come to the rescue of a young man who’d gotten into what could have proved to be serious trouble. If those photos of him in the company of a very
