Evangeline Williamson took a seat and waited while her companion saw to their
bags. The Llanview airport kept up
a steady flow of passengers. After
the bustle of the weekend, however, the relative quiet was a welcome thing.
an experience! Evangeline shook her
head in disbelief. Over her
relatively short career she had attended many official functions and had mingled
with the upper crust of the highest legal and political circles.
But nothing in her reality had prepared her to deal with what she’d
seen in Port Charles, New York, over the past weekend.
bemused smile was wiped from her face. Evangeline
slowly turned her head to the right. “Hello,
John.” Detective John McBain was
the last person she had expected to encounter at the airport.
And, frankly, he was the last person she’d hoped to run into at all.
gaze raked rapidly over her. “Coming
or going?” he asked.
back,” Evangeline replied evenly. “A
friend invited me to his cousin’s wedding in Port Charles this weekend.”
supermodel who married the Prince.” John’s
eyes never left Evangeline’s face. “Yeah,
Nora mentioned something about that.” There
was a moment of awkward silence. “Are
you waiting on your luggage?” John asked.
“I could go get that for you. You’ve
probably got a bunch,” he tried to lighten the moment.
thank you. It’s already taken
care of.” Evangeline nodded
glanced back over his shoulder. A
handsome man with startling green eyes and skin the color of café-au-lait stood
patiently waiting with several suitcases in hand.
“Oh. Excuse me,” he apologized.
problem.” The handsome stranger gently placed the
bags down and came around to the other side of Evangeline’s seat.
was too tired of it all to be amused by the jealousy simmering in John’s dark
eyes. “John McBain, this is
Warrick Brown. Warrick’s a
criminalist with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.”
She waited until the two men shook hands.
“It was nice seeing you, John. But
I’m a bit tired from the trip. So,
if you’ll excuse us?”
course,” John replied through gritted teeth.
felt his gaze bore a hole through her back as she headed toward the entrance of
the airport with Warrick at her side. “I’m
sorry I didn’t call us a cab,” she apologized.
don’t need one.” Warrick shook
his head. He gestured at the sleek,
black limousine that idled alongside the curb.
“I’ll give you three guesses at who arranged this.
And the first two don’t count.”
Evangeline allowed the chauffeur to assist her into the limousine.
As soon as Warrick slid in beside her, the car’s telephone rang.
Warrick answered warily.
trust that everything is satisfactory?”
thank you. But you didn’t need to
go to the trouble.”
was no trouble,” Stefan replied. “It
is what family does, Kostya.”