She gazed at him. Did his eyes just turn red a second. Must have been the flash of the neon bar lights she shrugged the pervading sense of danger away and took back the picture. Full lips pursed and she rolled his name off her tongue. "Sage..." She extended a delicate well manicured hand to him and gave him her name. "I am Charlotte Rose Franklin." It was a pretty name eloquent and classy, which fit her in this sober nature. It wouldn't have twenty minutes prior. She stared at him hard a second and smiled slightly.  There was a note of curiosity now in those blue eyes, curiosity and doubt that he had any good intentions as he looked at her so boldly. She was a fine figure of a woman, but these weeks since Barry had taken a toll. She asked him softly. "Had you ever met my husband?"