Zachariah had a wife. That was a well-known fact. The man was as open about it as he was about all of his affairs. But until that night, it had never really sunk in for Ariel. She had never taken the time out of her day to wonder what the woman who had tied herself to Zachariah for life looked like. What kind of a person she might be. But if Ariel had taken the time to conjure an image of Stephanie Asher in her mind, it definitely would not have been the woman that they'd met at the jazz lounge.
Before meeting her, Ariel would have thought that she would be somebody who loved showing far too much flesh. The type of woman who was at home in a bar where cigar smoke made everything a bit blurry and vixens with sharp nails, and even sharper tongues could be found at every corner.
