He brought her a glass of wine. “I have to go.” “To look for this girl?” She raised her eyebrows over the glass. “Why bother? Really?” She reached for his tie. He backed away. Why, indeed? He made up his mind. “I need to be sure she’s okay. And because I want to.” “You want to.” She frowned, then sighed a little and kissed his cheek. “I hope she knows how lucky she is.” Lydia was not easy to find. He finally located her in a knot of cheering male magicians. She was seated on a table with her legs crossed and her arms bound behind her. A handsome, dark complected man teased her with a wine glass. “C’mon, Lady Lydia! Get loose and it’s all yours.” Lydia pretended to have trouble with the knot. “Oh, you might just have me with this one.” The dark man smiled a little lasciviously and leaned on the table so his body half covered hers. “Oh, I really hope so. But give it a try anyway.” Lydia remained perfectly calm. Tony knew she’d probably already worked her way out of the knot, or at least knew how to, but she gave no indication of it.
