14
Paris January 1950
On the first morning of the new term, Jasmine rushed into the École at an early hour. She hoped to find Lachlan alone and ask him about using the studio out of hours. When she walked in, he was sorting through large pencil drawings taken from a portfolio chest at the rear of the studio. He looked up at her and smiled; her insides contracted.
‘You’re early this morning, hen.’
‘I was hoping I’d catch you alone.’ She took off her coat and hung it up.
‘Not a good idea to meet alone in here. I told you that. I’ll see you tonight. And I canna wait, darlin’. It’ll be hard enough getting through today with you sitting there looking beautiful and me imagining what I want to do with you ...’
‘I didn’t mean that.’ She gave him a shy smile, embarrassed that he was so openly
