Across the room, a woman rose from where she had been sitting on a sofa and walked gracefully towards them. She was a tall, elegant blonde, whose short, beige silk suit revealed long, shapely legs. Several of the Westerners turned to stare openly as she passed. The Japanese were more discrete about their interest.

While Bill watched her approach appreciatively, Logan frantically tried to recall who she was. She looked so terribly familiar, but certainly if he had met her before, he would remember it. She was not someone a man would forget.

She stopped a few feet from the men.

"Mr. Ewing?"

Her voice was soft and pleasantly pitched.