IT WAS past midnight when Jason gave up tossing and turning from side to side and threw back the covers on the perfectly comfortable king-size bed. He hated to admit it but he'd been having difficulties sleeping without Evelyn by his side.
Somewhere in the mansion, a huge mechanical clock was striking every quarter hour with a musical chime but, apart from that solacing sound, the mansion was completely still as the proverbial silence after the storm.
Evelyn had looked so exhausted after dinner that she must have dropped off to sleep the minute her head hit the pillows.
She hadn't once mentioned the outburst between him and his father during one of the most uncomfortable dinners in the history of most uncomfortable dinners. It was almost a relief when Evelyn covered a yawn with her hand
