Chapter 3
A tall, dark-haired man carrying a briefcase approached me in the first class passengers’ lounge. “Miss Sebring? I’m Bradford.”
“How do you do?” I held out my hand. “Thank you for offering to accompany me home.”
“It’s my pleasure.” His grip was firm but not painful. “I have some work I’ll need to catch up on, so I hope you won’t mind. I picked up some magazines for you to read on the flight.” Vogue, Mademoiselle, and Ladies Home Journal, as well as True Confessions and Modern Screen.
“That’s very kind of you.” I sighed and thought of the Anna Karenina I’d planned to read in the original Russian.
“Not at all, not at all.”
Once we had boarded and fastened our seatbelts, he took a file from his briefcase and buried his nose in it. He only set it aside when the stewardess wheel
