Chapter 35

• He had been both angry and hurt the day he had insisted she would continue to redesign the interior of his apartment—and now he had found he was the one being punished, as day after day he was forced to suffer the cold professionalism of her manner towards him. None of which was helped by the fact that every time he walked into his apartment his senses were bombarded with…well, with the presence of Sara.
• He could see her influence now everywhere he looked in this newly furnished and decorated room: the pale terracotta-coloured walls adorned with bold coloured paintings of islands, the carpet the color of the Sea in summer, the deep rust color of the comfortable sofas and chairs adorned with many scatter cushions in colors of blues and greens and yellows, the curtains draped at the huge picture windows in those same rich colors.
• Such boldness of color should have been too much, and yet somehow it not only worked but it also seemed to fill a hole in Simon's soul. A hole that Sara had not only seen and recognised in him, but addressed and filled with this warmth of color… He turned to her now.