Chapter Four
was a beauty. Soon after they began to talk she told him that she was half-Indian, on her mother’s side, and he could see it in her looks, in the glossy straight black hair, the large brown eyes, the wide mouth with its full, sensuous lips. Her skin was not particularly dark, but it had a kind of sheen to it, a patina that made him want to reach out and touch her.
Most of the really beautiful women he had met had derived confidence from their looks, carrying themselves as if they expected to be admired. was different. She dressed in loose-fitting clothes designed to hide the contours of her figure. He had a good idea that under her baggy shirt and the long skirt reaching down to her calves was a body to match her lovely face, but she wasn’t going to advertise it.
The only
