“Christiane,” he replied. Her gaze shifted toward me and with it, her smile dimmed. “And my dear new friend! I didn’t catch your name.” She glanced back at Noah, saying, “We met in the little girls’ room. Just now.” His fingers flexed on my waist, his beard bristly as it passed over the shell of my ear. “It doesn’t sound like you met if you don’t know her name.”
