She had dressed early and was standing in front of the mirror while Jon fastened the opal’s golden chain around her neck. “You look lovely tonight,” he told her, his hands lingering on her bare upper arms. Her eyes met his in the mirror, then dropped to the fire opal on her breast. Except for her wedding band, she wore no other jewelry. “I’ve always liked black,” she said. Lesley knew her blonde hair, fair complexion, and bare arms made a striking contrast to the dark, high-necked dress. “Will you check on the caterers?” Jon asked. “When I came upstairs they were starting to bring the food in from their truck. I’ll be ready in half an hour, I still have to shave and shower.” “I’ll go down in a minute.” Lesley busied herself by pinning back her hair and putting on lipstick but as soon as Jon left the room she slipped the keys from his pocket and hurried to the stairs.
