CHAPTER 26

          She laughed hearing him saying the word ‘clay’ referring at himself. He was anything but.

“Metal that might, under certain circumstances, be welded, perhaps,” she’d said. “Never clay.”

“I bow to your superior knowledge,” he’d said, swirling his sherry in his glass, his gaze oddly intent on hers.

          Addison had felt herself flush with heat and had felt out of control. Reckless. Yet it had felt right, even so. Righter than she could remember anything else feeling, maybe ever. He’d leaned close, then murmured close to her ear.

“What would I do without you, Addison?”

          That was the first time, in three years, he’d ever said her name… and the last until Bora Bora