driveway. She reached the heavy mahogany f

cavernous, suffocating darkness of the foyer. The sil

crystal chandelier. She let the pale moonlight spil

tos. Her bare feet hit the freezing h

ircase to the second floor and pushe

ood and bergamot cologne hit her

e walk-in closet. She bypassed the rows of designer gowns

m drawer. She dragged out a p

pairs of jeans, some plain sweaters, her

a powerful engine shattered the quiet night. Bli

w. She pulled back the edge

phazardly, one tire resting on the

pped out. He stumbled, his expensive l

one. His shirt was untucked, and his suit jacket

felt absolutely nothing. No pity. No urge to

ownstairs. Heavy, uncoordinated foo

eath the bed. She walked over to the single armchair in

ight from the hallway flooded in, illuminat

room. He spotted Coralie sitting in the

lapsed face-first onto the mattress,

rush to the bathroom, wet a warm towel, wipe hi

minutes. The only sound in the room w

es still closed. H

d, his voice a har

t in the shadows, staring at the man

d open. He pushed himself up on his elbows, his

words slurring slightly. "Can't

Her voice cut through the

your mai

led to process the words. He stared at her,

. She turned her back on him an

going?" Cale roared at he

the doorway. She

," she said flatly. "I'm s

or shut. The heavy wood clicked into place, cuttin