Jackson shook his head slowly, confused and yet relieved. Was she having the same feelings of unease? If so, why? What the hell was going on here? "No," he replied slowly, his eyes drinking in her face. She was English, judging from her accent and the fairness of her skin that was turning pink from a couple of hours in the sun. "And I don't know you either."
He looked beyond her at the press and fans swarming in on the other players, staying away from them. That was fine by him, it gave them a little privacy. "But I have this creepy feeling like I've met you before. I spent 2007 in London, did we meet through mutual friends? Or were you a regular at a bar I worked at?"