camel coat, dark jeans, with a little black suitcase and loose hair. Daniel wore navy. They walked with their hands ostentatiously joined, his thumb stroking hers. She said something, and he laughed—until he saw me.
His smile simply vanished. He looked from my face to Michael’s hand on the chair back and back again, letting his fingers slip from Rachel’s. She noticed instantly.
“Daniel?”
He ignored her. Michael traced my gaze. “Friend of yours?”
“My husband.”
“That’s Daniel?”
“Apparently.”
“With—”
“Yes.”
Michael absorbed the scene. “I see.”
Rachel was watching
