Their sex was amazing, filled with passion and tenderness, but if that was all he had, then he knew it wouldn’t be enough. It made the room bright. That their stories had rubbed emotions to a raw state and the solace of physical act would begin the healing process. He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free access to her while she lay on her back. “I love you.” He murmured into her mouth. He had his ticket, standard class return to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. Hearing his working name, Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he kept just for these calls. A pearl necklace of three strands was her only other ornament. “Won’t be a moment, make yourself comfortable.” Her accent hinted at California. “’Ope you got the stamina.”
“Somehow, I don’t think I will be needed tonight.” Robert accepted the proffered change and watched the cab draw away with the driver shaking his head.
