What Sarah Saw. Margaret Daley

connection then?”

      “No. They did all go to Loomis High School. I knew many back then. There was definitely—”

      Raised voices intruded. Jocelyn glanced toward Dylan and Angelina. The beauty queen shot to her feet, tossing her napkin onto her plate. Tears sprang into her eyes. She said something to Dylan in a fierce whisper that wiped the smug expression from his face. Grabbing her black clutch, she started for the door. Dylan grasped her arm, stilling her exit and drawing her close to him. His words were lost but not the steely look in his eyes. Angelina wrenched her arm from his clasp and stalked toward the front door with her head held as high as if she were walking down a runway.

      Jocelyn shivered as Dylan’s hard gaze swept across the other diners, as though daring them to say anything.

      Dylan Renault was not a man to cross.