Chapter 62

            I turned my head. The woman standing there was tiny, barely an inch above five feet. The last time I had seen the petite brunette, the older woman had been wearing a ring; but today her hand was bare, but nothing else, it seemed, had changed.

            Roxanne Sancho was still the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Never a hair out of place, she looked like a porcelain ornament with big brown eyes, a rosebud mouth, and a delicate nose. She had this sort of delicate fragility that aroused the protective instinct in men.

            And she is Preston’s ex-wife.

            “I did call, but you were...” Roxanne raised her darkened brow and lifted her inquiring gaze to Preston as she teased “... occupied.&rdqu