After several seconds of silence, the woman asks me about the weather. It is so cliché I almost laugh,but I can’t muster it. Not when Eve is being hit on by every man in the room.
I talk to the woman for several minutes, letting her do most of the talking while I watch Eve movearound the room.
Finally, she is standing back near the bar, and I can’t resist her for another moment.
“You must excuse me,” I say to the blonde woman, interrupting her in the middle of a sentence.
I weave through people, raising my glass in the air as I squeeze around the bodies, and then Eve isright in front of me. Mere feet away.
Her hair shines gold in the overhead lights, and she turns her head to register me in the corner of hervision, but quickly goes back to making her drink.
My heart is pounding as I
