Ross led her to a late…model rental car roomy enough for both pairs of
long legs to stretch fortably。 Vibes were something else。 Chloe
sensed that no space would be large enough for the ones that circuited
back and forth during the short drive to the inn。
〃You flew in just for tonights meeting?〃 she asked; seeking to ease the
silence。 It was awkward; given the intimacy they had once shared。
〃Thats right;〃 he answered; paying close attention to roads that were
now dark and deserted。 〃From?〃
〃New York。〃
〃Do you live there?〃
〃Occasionally。〃
It was an odd answer。 When he failed to elaborate; Chloe tried again。
〃Have you had to e here often?〃
〃More often than Id anticipated。 This project has created something of
a stir。〃 If the glance he shot her was accusatory; she accepted it as
fair game and took no offense。 She believed in her cause。
〃From what Felix Hart implied; you move around a lot;〃 she said。
〃I always did。〃
It was a direct reference to the past。 Then; he had been in the Peace
Corps on leave for Thanksgiving; the world traveler ing stateside for
a visit。 There had been an air of excitement about him。
He still had it。 His profile was strong; lean; preoccupied in ways that
suggested big business in far places。 She looked away; focusing on the
view outside her window; trying to ignore a silence that she could feel
and taste。 She was relieved when the Wayward Sailor came into view。
Ross turned to her as soon as the car stopped。 His features had
softened。 His tone was solicitous。 〃Why dont you wait here? Ill make
the arrangements and find out where we can get a bite to eat。 You are
hungry; arent you?〃
She smiled awkwardly。 〃I havent had anything since lunch。〃
〃No wonder youre pale。〃 He touched her cheek。 〃Stay put。 Ill be right
back。〃
She sat quietly; trying to think of anything but Ross。 Just when she was
on the verge of declaring defeat; he loped back down the steps of the
charmingly ancient house。 〃Any luck?〃 sh