Chapter ThreeGreenfield began to think she wasn't coming. He looked at his watch again as he shuffled uneasily around the foyer of the Hotel Husa Presidente. It was almost eight-thirty. He should have known it would be like this. Since leaving him at the airport that afternoon, she had been completely in his thoughts. And now she wasn't coming.
His disappointment was close to becoming anguish when she hurried in through the door, sweeping away his desolation as swiftly as she took away his breath. If beautiful was the word to describe her earlier in the day, there were no words superlative enough to do justice to the vision of perfection that stood stunningly before him now, magnificently wrapped in a long, black dress with a wickedly plunging neckline.
“I'm sorry I'm late. Howard,” she
