pLooking for someone YesppClutching her snifter, Belinda gasped. An inaudible whisper escaped her lips. Hein-Heiner Peterson She blinked. Sandy red highlights gleamed in his light brown hair. Wasn't his hair blond Who is this man He is the exact replica of Heiner Peterson, her clandestine lover. Who is asking she managed to say.ppThe man smiled. Austin Gordon, he answered, extending his hand. ppShe met his smile and took the hand that was offered.ppShe shivered. Was it from the cognac she'd been drinking or was it from the man's intrusion Belinda Samuels, she said, tossing her head back. Pleased to meet you.ppLooking at her, the man saw a woman who'd just stepped off the cover of Vogue. Her red dress simple, unrevealing, yet revealing. Her beehive, the coiffure en vogue. Likewise. I'm glad you came. Someone bumped her, pushing her forward. He caught her before she fell. She sagged. He felt the soft give of her body, and he tightened his hold. ppShe immediately pulled back, but the dye