Looking around, Olivia suddenly saw in one of the windows of a man sitting at a table for two. She immediately recognized him. Dylan Malone, Olivia thought with growing hostility. And not sekzoticheskoy redhead girl she saw in the morning. Now it was a thin blond, laced in an elegant black pantsuit. It seems that while pink towel has not yet come. - Poor girl - Olivia murmured. - Does she understand that only feeds an exaggerated self-importance of a womanizer? Of course not. She just devoured Dylan Malone eyes, ignoring the food on the plate. And he looked at her and smiled with the same patronizing and almost indifferent air with which the morning talking with Olivia.