Lucas watched Margot leave the room, while at the same time trying his best not to seem as if he was watching her. She wore a pair of slim jeans tucked into high black boots and a snug-fitting black sweater, and he couldn’t help but admire the view as she walked away from him.
But then she was out of sight, so he transferred his attention to the room around him. Unlike Rachel’s apartment, the chamber where he sat was almost plain, each item in it clearly chosen to be in one particular place and that place only. Over the fireplace was a plein air–style painting of a stand of cottonwoods. A local artist? Probably. In the center of the mantel was an old copper bowl containing pinecones that smelled faintly of cinnamon, and to either side of that were copper candlesticks with half-burned ivor
