He took a long drink from his glass, put it down on the table next to him, and looked over at her. He was suddenly surprised at her beauty. Krista Freid was taller and of a lighter build than the women who usually attracted him, but there was something about her that he hadn't noticed before. She was wearing tight black mid-thigh shorts and a large, oversized pale yellow T-shirt that threatened to slide down off her shoulder if she moved the wrong way. Her hair shone and smelled as though she'd just stepped from the bath. She sat half-turned toward him, elbow on the back of the couch, head resting against her hand. She smiled.