Chapter 72

• The taxi drew up outside the apartment then, saving either of them the need to speak again while he paid the driver and climbed out himself before helping Camille down onto the path beside him.
• She still looked pale, and her hand gripped his arm with enough force to tell him that she still felt frail. Without a word he folded her back beneath his arm to take her into the building. The concierge was there, they all smiled politely at each other, and the lift waited at the ready to transport them into privacy.
• He needed that, he acknowledged. Privacy to think with this brand-new clarity of mind he was now experiencing.