I gave him a quick recap of my odd encounters with both Genevieve Taylor and Jared Mulrooney. Shortly after I’d taken the book from Jared, he and Ian had slipped back into the crowd. I caught an occasional glimpse of Ian chatting and schmoozing with guests, but Jared had disappeared completely. Given the level of guilt and embarrassment he was suffering over the damaged book, I wouldn’t blame him if he’d decided to skulk out before the Audubon was unveiled. I realized I hadn’t seen Genevieve, either, since our quick exchange in the foyer. But then, she was short enough to disappear from sight in a crowd this thick. I figured we’d run into each other again tonight at some point. “Here he is,” Derek said, glancing over my shoulder. I turned and smiled as Crane approached. I couldn’t help noticing a number of women’s eyes following his progression across the room. He wore another impeccably tailored suit tonight, as did Derek.
