Dana studied Colt from across the bookstore. She hadn't noticed him at first. She hadn't expected to see him there. He sat at a café table sipping coffee and reading a book. It was strange seeing Colt reading. It was strange seeing him in a place other than in a James family home or her apartment, looking at her with those cool blue-green eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a black tee-shirt, a more typical outfit she was used to seeing Colt in rather the suits she had been seeing him in lately.

Colt looked up and smiled as a pretty, petite, red-head approached him. He stood up and the girl gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Colt returned the kiss, pecking the girl's cheek. He pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

Dana wondered who the girl was. There was so little she actually knew about Colt and his life. Was this the girl he had a hot date with the other night? Was she a friend? A neighbor? A client? And why did he kiss her cheek so easily as he'd done with Summer and wouldn't do for her?

Not that she was jealous. Colt could kiss whoever he wanted. Dana just wanted to know what the hell he had against kissing her. He couldn't believe that she would actually hit him like he had joked, could he? Sure, Dana had threatened to hit him, to kill him, over the years many times. Of course, she never did. They were empty threats. She'd never meant it, especially, after she learned of his abuse. She tried not to use those words. But they would always come out. Maybe because subconsciously she knew the words would hurt him?

She studied Colt talking with the girl, laughing so easily with her. The girl touched his arm lightly in an obviously flirtatious manner and Dana realized she was, in fact, jealous of the girl. She walked away in search of a book rack as far away from Colt as she could get.