Cue the soundtrack: Bad to the Bone

He could not believe it. Portia Sands, here at the Castle. She’d recognized him, too.  He’d seen the way she dropped her coffee and left it spilling across her boots when he’d stepped out of his car. And she’d come alone. Or at least, not with a partner. She and her friend both had the aura of submissives, no matter how haughty they’d tried to appear. And they’d sized up him and Paul with