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The figure stepped out of the shadows and into the weak light of the glowing fire. Lilly had seen enough movies to recognize the chiseled face of Paul Lupe. The man was dressed in a casual black turtleneck with black pants and matching shoes. His dark hair was combed back and accented his pale features.
One thing she couldn't understand were his eyes. They were dark now, but she swore they had been bright only a moment ago.
"Good evening," he greeted her in his deep voice.
She smiled and bowed her head a little. "Good evening."
Lupe walked the length of the billiard table and stopped at the corner nearest her. He set the fingertips of one hand on the surface and studied her. "You are Lilly?"
A nervous twitter escaped her lips. "Yes, but Lilly's just a nickname. My real na
