BOOK 1

She really knew only one thing. To her, what she’d experienced in his arms had been transcendent lovemaking. Yet to him, it had been only fabulous sex. But that was okay. She misuderstood and accepted his feelings, even if it did leave a sharp ache in her heart. He hadn’t asked her to love him, even though she did, and he had certainly never promised to love her in return, which was fine. It was. Really.

“I’m taking you to Helene’s.”

“Okay,” she whispered, too exhausted to argue with him.

In the next moment he did a strange thing for an angry man. He reached for the covers and brought them up to wrap around the two of them. Then he pulled her into his arms and gently brushed the hair from her face. “Sleep,” he whispered.

And she did.

“So, anyway, I'm waiting for Nathan to take me to Helene Sorge’s. I don’t know what possessed me to offer to help her granddaughter, but before I knew it, my mouth had opened and the words had come out.” Gazing down on the street from her front window, Da