Every table set with the finest of linens and sparkling crystal held bubbling champagne. She almost wanted to pinch herself, except she didn’t want to wrinkle her silk dress. Weird. Her in silk. She was far more comfortable in field-stained khakis. But the Hotel Oberoi Amarvilas restaurant was a five star dining experience. And given that they were in India, most of the other women were dressed in elegant saris, draped in deep blue and shiny gold. And for a woman who spent most of her time in a gray sterile laboratory, the wall length aquarium brimming with exotic sea life and walls hand painted in scenes from India’s rich mythology was just a tad overwhelming. She glanced across the table to Brandt. He too was dressed to impress. A tuxedo, even. But his jaw was as square as ever, and those dark eyes? No matter whether in a tux or battle camouflage, Rebecca remembered how Brandt’s eyes twinkled under the torchlight in that jungle clearing in Ecuador. Now they glistened in the candlelight.
