“Professor Andronovich expects you,” the woman said, gave directions and sent her on her way. Invited to enter, Hollis stepped inside Professor Andrin-ovich’s office. A tall young man stood up at she entered. His sandy hair, beard and dark eyes reminded her of a cuddly Teddy Bear, and his warm smile added to the impression. It made her want to know him, to find out what made him tick, why he’d chosen linguistics. One step inside the room, and he’d enchanted her. This was ridiculous, she told herself. “I understand you have a mysterious missive for me to translate,” he said. His deep, warm voice matched his appearance. Legions of female students must have fancied themselves in love with this man. He’d captivated her in a few seconds. She couldn’t imagine how you could sit in a classroom without fantasizing about him. But she was being silly. No doubt he was happily married to another professional—a physician or teacher—and had a mob of curly-haired offspring.
