wantedHer perfume lingered along the trail she’d charted from the back of the room, rising like a cloud above him and saturating the air with the scent of a moonlit Parisian night. Her every step had been tinged with that aroma, and Adam imagined it washing across Evans, Lambert and Grainger as she pivoted towards the top table, locking each of them in her gaze and plunging the meeting’s overseers into the deep pools of her coffee eyes.
“I wondered where you were going to build the road,” the woman continued. “because there has to be a way of getting in somehow, and I can’t see on your map how anyone’s going to do that. Excuse me.” She smiled and leaned forward, snatching Max Evans’s gold-capped pen from where he had rested it atop a pile of papers that lay in front of him. Her smooth, we
