Chapter Six
Jules grimaced, trying not to inhale too deeply. The smell of meat and sugar frying in day-old oil was doing tricks in her stomach. That, and her head was spinning from the encounter she’d walked away from. For much of the conversation between Rosalind and that man, David was his name.
David.
She liked that name. It was a strong, competent name. To even utter it she had to bite her lip when her mouth formed the V at the center of it.
David.
She didn’t say his name out loud now. It whispered in her mind. Still, in reality, she bit her lip. A tingle crept across each of her pinky fingers, moving from her left hand all the way to her right. A shudder skittered down her spine as she stood in the noonday sun.
Her heart thumped. Her mind whirled. It had happened.
She'd always
