By the time she stepped back out into the corridor, the second half was already stirring. The sound of boots on turf filtered in, distant but unmistakable. Jane straightened her shoulders and started back toward her section, moving with the flow of returning fans.
She was almost there when someone bumped into her from behind.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," a young woman said immediately, dropping to one knee as Jane's purse slipped from her hand and spilled onto the concrete. "I wasn't looking—here, let me—"
"It's okay," Jane said automatically, bending down as well. Their hands brushed briefly as the girl gathered the purse and passed it back to her.
Jane looked up.
Green eyes met hers—and Joanna froze for half a heartbeat.
