“You’re not drinking,” she observed, holding out her glass for a refill. He complied with her silent request, and then sat next to her, looking surprisingly comfortable in the elegant surroundings. “I rarely drink when I’m working.” “Oh for heaven’s sake.” She gestured impatiently. “You don’t have to keep it up when we’re alone.” He raised an eyebrow and she flushed. “I don’t think that would be a problem.” His bold gaze drifted down her body. “But then that’s not what you meant, is it?” He paused. “I plan to stop by Morgan’s tonight. Check out the action.” It was remarkable how quickly he could change. One moment he was devouring her with his eyes and the next he was all business. She lowered the champagne glass, her expression thoughtful. “I wonder if Tony Newcombe is still running Morgan’s. It’s been ages since I saw him.” The club had been carefully checked out, and Tony was still very much in charge. But it was important to let Olivia feel that she was being of some use.
