“Is it?” he had whispered in return.
“I want to prove it to you,” she said, moving against him like warm, smooth silk. “Now, Sam.”
There had only been brief, unhappy affairs in her life before. The men had left her. They had called her cold, selfish, unyielding. She set about to prove to Durell last night that she had changed.
Now she said, “Sam, please,” in a pleading tone, and the anxiety was no longer hidden from her gray eyes. He looked at her and smiled and she said: “Was it—was I, last night—”
“Yes, Francesca.”
“Will you stay, then?”
“As long as I can,” he said.
In a day or two, he would go home. But they were quiet now as the maid came in on slippered feet and silently served them more coffee. They sat together on the terrace and watched the sun brighten on the seas.
THE END
of an Original Gold Medal Novel by
Edward S. Aarons
Chapter Four
Chapter Nine
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Twenty