"He is," she understated carefully. "Julianna has a penchant for...the younger variety, I think." She knew she should take her clothes out of the dryer and fold them, but it seemed like a Herculean task at the moment.

"What was it like there? In London?" Holly slid a bracelet up and down her wrist, her eyes on Rhiannon's boots. "Did you meet a lot of watchers?"