Daniel didn’t need to look up to know it was her. Just the murmured whispers, the turned heads and the elbows in ribs were enough to tell him she had arrived. He kept his head down, scanning the three-month-old Times. “She looks weird,” Jenny said, getting up from the table next to him. “They must have really worked her over this time.” She hurried away. That jerked his head up. Olivia would have come through the dining room to reach the bar so he scanned the back end first. She stood alone, looking for a place to sit. The guard had already left her there. He was heading back to his post. Daniel could glimpse him through the arches, passing through the dining room. For a moment, Daniel’s heart stopped. So did time. Sound muffled down. Olivia was wearing jeans. He didn’t know she even possessed such things. On her, with her legs, the jeans seemed to go on forever and ever.
