Daniel. A good Biblical name. Julianna finished her drink, having promised herself it would be her last, considered his hand. She'd have said that her earlier remark hadn't necessarily been an invitation, but she didn't believe in playing coy. Besides, she was simply weighing her options.

"Julianna," she said, reaching out and allowing her smaller hand to interlock with his. His palm was cool against hers. The Watcher frowned. Poor circulation? Her eyebrows arched. Certainly not...

"Julianna St. Clare."