[In that brief moment when Susan meets his gaze, the slight pounding in his chest quiets. But when she continues into the living room, it starts up again, twofold. Slugger watches as she casually takes a seat like some hostess at a tea party.

Until then, he was certain she knew what she was doing. Now, he's questioning her sanity. Trying to be inconspicuous, he starts edging closer and closer to where Spain is seated. It isn't easy keeping an eye on three people at once.]