Talbot knew the exact moment Jesse Talbot entered the foyer of the penthouse apartment. The hairs on her forearms stood at attention. They would ve saluted, too, if she hadn t run her hands over her arms. Markie Elliot, society maven and notorious gossip, zeroed in on him as well. She arched one finely plucked eyebrow and cleared her throat.
Hubby s here. .
With a swish of her purple-highlighted dark mane, she gestured toward the marble entranceway. Markie s nasal grate and her heavily sprayed, wine-colored tresses hit Lynda at about the same time. Lynda spat the words out along with a strand of Markie s metallic tasting hair. A quick gulp of Perrier water washed away the tinny flavor. On an impulse, she clinked her teeth to the fluted glass in a private victory toast.