Anyway, there’s Blake himself, sprawled almost bonelessly in a big tan armchair. Sitting on the floor beside him, long legs tucked under her, is an unbelievably gorgeous woman—black as night, with eyes so big and soft you could fall right in and drown. I hardly give her a glance, though, because my attention’s drawn so strongly to Blake, who still hasn’t moved or said a word. (And anyone who knows me understands what that means. Take my attention away from a woman? Come on ...)