Modal sighed again. "A face from the past," he said lightly, conversationally. "How is it, Sharon Louise?" To her surprise—and horror—she felt a stab of emotion at the sound of his voice. Sharon Louise. She’d gone by her real name back then, back in Tokyo, before she’d taken Sly as her street moniker. Just Sharon. But once Modal had discovered her middle name, he always called her by both. Sharon Louise. He was the only one who’d ever called her that. Even now, the name brought back memories—his mellow voice in the dark, the feel of his body against hers . . .