‘To do what?’
‘To convince me not to involve my lawyers.’
All the fight went out of Sybella. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. But she told herself surely old Mr Voronov would clear the air tomorrow.
‘Fine. I’ll be here.’
To her surprise he took his wool coat and handed it to her with a less antagonistic, ‘You’ll need this.’
Sybella looked at her Climb and Ski jacket she’d been unable to bring herself to put back on and self-consciously drew his coat around her shoulders.
The gesture reminded her of how kind he’d been drying her hair, how he’d made her feel cared for if only for a brief time. It was enough to make her want to cry, and she hated crying. It didn’t change anything.
She turned away from him, his scent surrounding her inside the coat.
She spotted the bottle of brandy and on a whim picked it up. After the events of this evening she needed it more than he did.
He didn’t say anything and when she went downstairs to climb into the waiting car she was holding it to her like a safety blanket.
Stupid really, when she didn’t drink. Stupid being in this car, when it would take only ten minutes or five minutes if she’d legged it. She brought her fingertips to her mouth. It still felt a little swollen and sensitive from all the attention. Stupid, probably, to have kissed him.
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