The man's figure was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and long legs. He exuded an air of nobility.
From the back, his build looked a bit like Aiden Pierce's.
Just a short while ago, Aiden Pierce had called her to say he had a social engagement tonight.
He was letting her off the hook.
That was the only reason Willow West felt at ease enough to go out to dinner with Stella Monroe.
'Could it be that the person Aiden has to "entertain" is Isabelle Lynch?'
By now, the pair's figures had disappeared from sight.
Willow West excused herself to go to the restroom, but on a strange impulse, she dialed Aiden Pierce's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.
But from the receiver came the coy and sweet voice of a woman.
"Hello, who is this?"
Willow West's pupils contracted, and her breath hitched instinctively.
