Chapter 3 A Dangerous Business
Two weeks later, Julia Brooks and I met at the church library that served as a lounge. Our handshake was friendly, almost affectionate. Somewhere in the genuine glitter of her smile was a hint of that time, a year ago, when we'd shared a few dinners. I'd seen little of her since, except at church. Julia was my age, nearing thirty, but the sort of woman who could appear child-like or sophisticated by a quick upsweep of her long brown hair. Her petite build gave a hint of curves. I'd always found her disarmingly attractive.
"Thanks for coming," she said, her green eyes somewhere between apologetic and reproachful.
I'd been thinking over what I might say at this meeting, but having her in front of me made me a little ...