From the tail of his eye, as he drove the big Cad eastward, Mark saw the long, clean exciting length of her and felt the softness of her hip roll against his. Not for the first time, he wondered why she had hooked up with a mouse like Erich. She was graceful and tall, even for a woman, and she dressed with style, moved and walked with a quiet excitement that was contagious. She needed a lot more than Corbin could give her. And she didn't talk too much. He liked that.

1958.