CHAPTER 2
Early dawn sunlight filtered through the windows, accompanied by a cool, sweet waft of air. Vidal awakened to find himself holding a sleeping n***d woman in his arms. Carmen? No, Rosalind.
For a moment, he wondered at her being there, and then all the events of the previous day came back in a rush. Finally, he recognized the great gift she had given him. On a day of extraordinary turmoil, she had been there, comforting him in the most primal way. In the future, whenever he remembered Carmen’s desertion, he would also remember making love to Rosalind. Only a joy this intense could temper the memory of such pain.
He looked idly out the window at the autumn-golden trees outside as he thought back to their first meeting three years ago. His business ventures in Spain had been quit
