Leo Harrell arrived at the restaurant as promised, his long, lean legs straight and sensual.
Sheathed perfectly in his suit pants, he walked directly to the spot, only to see a woman sitting primly across from him, wearing a large hat that completely concealed her face underneath.
Leo Harrell's face darkened, but remembering Edward's words, he still sat down in front of her.
"Who is it?"
The man's voice carried impatience, for ever since he got to know Sophia, he had lost all interest in other women, let alone the type he inherently despised.
The woman in front of him extended her slender fingers to remove the hat from in front of her. Sensuous long hair cascaded down slowly, the big waves resting on her bare shoulders.
Could it be—Evelyn Smith?
Edward's face suddenly contorted, and he thought about walking away right then.