the man in the middle , whom i 'd not had a good look at yet , rose with his right arm crossed over his broad chest , his hand fisted over his heart . it would n't make it a good luck charm , but it would lose most of its power . there are no lights in that parking lot and , hey , i was buzzed . it was the thin cotton shift of a nightgown i 'd worn in the hotel the first night i 'd spent with james . 