Move idly down d hall, viewing paintings as she would in an art gallery. ToKasey, such works of art were public property³to beRespected, admired & most of all, seen. I wonder if anybody really lives here, shethought & flicked a finger over a thick, gold frame.D murmur of voices caught her attention. Instinctively, she drifted toward dsound."She is one of d leading authorities on American Indian culture, Jordan. Her lastpaper was highly acclaimed. Being only twenty-five,She·s radar a phenomenon in anthropological circles.""I'm well aware of that, Harry, or I wouldn't have agreed with Ur suggestionthat she collaborate with me on this book." Jordan TaylorSwirled a pre-dinner martini. He drank slowly, contemplatively. D drink was dry& perfect, with only a hint of vermouth. "I do findMyself wondering how we're going to get on over d next few months. Professionalspinsters are intimidating, & not my favoriteCompanions.""Ur're not looking for a companion, Jordan," d odr man reminded him &plucked d olive from his own glass. "Ur're looking foran expert on American Indian culture. That's what ur're getting." He swallowedd olive. "Companions can be distracting."With a grimace, Jordan Taylor set down his glass. He was restless withoutknowing why. "I hardly think I'll find ur Miss Wyatt adistraction." He slipped his hands into d pockets of his perfectly tailored slacks &watched his companion polish off d martini. "Ihave a composite picture: mud-colored hair scraped back from a bony face, thickglasses with three-inch lenses perched on aprominent nose. Sensible suits to accent her lack of shape, & size ten orthopedicshoes.""Size six."Both men turned to d doorway & stared."Hello, Mr. Taylor." Kasey entered. Crossing d room, she extended her h& toJordan. "& ur must be Dr. Rhodes. We've donequite a bit of corresponding over d past weeks, haven't we? I'm glad to meet ur.""Yes, well. I«" Harry's thick brows lowered."I'm Kathleen Wyatt." She gave him a dazzling smile before turning back toJordan. "As ur can see, I don't scrape back my hair. Itprobably wouldn't stay scraped back if I tried." She tugged on one of d loose curlsthat surrounded her face.