lentless, but she anticipated his needs with precision. Despite his cold exterior, she began to no

sentmindedly on a pad of paper. She lost track of time, only to be startled when Alex a

t?" he asked, hi

nodding. "It's a hobb

cityscape she'd been drawing. "It's good," he said, an unexpe

prised by his interest. "

swering, his voice quieter than usu

between them. Clara realized that beneath his aloof demeanor,