Kelly Burnett was as tall as Ken Dolan. She was svelte in a stylish black three-quarter-sleeve dress with an elegantly paneled bodice.
She wore her dark brown hair parted in the middle and shoulder-length. Dark-complexioned, with intelligent ebony eyes and firm, feminine lips, she reminded me of my older sister Brianna, especially the way she fixed her gaze on someone. I could almost hear her thoughts rolling through quick impressions.
"Liam, Lorelei, I'd like you to meet Kelly Burnett."
"Hi," she said, holding her hand out for Liam first. He took it and smiled. Then she turned to me and said, "Enchanté," as if she expected that I spoke French. It was almost a challenge.
"Oui, je suis heureuse de vous rencontrer," I said.
Her eyes widened, Ken's smile exploded, and Liam looked at me as if he had just first set eyes on me.
"I don't speak French," Kelly said, laughing. "I just like the way they greet each other. What did you say?"
