Chapter 16

• Megan told him what to look for, advised him to meet her at 1&1, and watched him leave. For a man so tall and muscular, he was very graceful on his feet—fluid and controlled like an athlete. Or a dancer. It reminded her of Charles.
• Walking out into the cold proved to be just as ill-advised as she’d expected, but it was better than hanging around the lobby while the concierge shot her furtive looks. If they’d been on the Upper East Side instead of the border of the East Village, he would have known better than to react to her debauched appearance.
• He’d have smiled blithely, asked if he could call a taxi, and ignored her half-undone belt and wrinkled shirt. Better for her ego, but not her conscience. She hated when people thought she expected them to be subservient. Even when she played the role of spoiled rich person just as well as they expected her to.