In case he arrived before he did, Griff had described his Father. He didn't look very different than the picture she saw in the Marina bar, except his hair was graying. Surprisingly, he had recently bought a new suit jacket in which he looked more presentable than usual. He would be interested in the book without a key.

With these words in mind, Caydance negotiated the crowded dinner time Grant at Sacramento sidewalk, just in time to come face to face with Professor Claude McGuire.

"Professor McGuire?"

"Claude." He was taller and thinner than his son. When he smiled, as he did when he saw her, he was, Caydance thought, attractive enough to interest a Canadian figure skater.

The restaurant was crowded, but when Caydance gave Griff's name they were with some ceremony shown to a private booth.