James was brief on the phone: “Hello... Yes... I’m busy right now... I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock.” I don’t think he even said goodbye.
Well, at least he didn’t hang up on me!
At eight o’clock sharp, I’m downstairs, as is James’ black Audi. His driver goes around the car and opens the back door for me. The windows are tinted, and I’m not sure James is inside until I sit in the back seat.
He’s there—just an arm’s length from me.
We greet each other politely. His hazel eyes are impenetrable. What did I expect? A hug and a kiss?
It would have been nice though. Even a small caress of his hand on mine would have been wonderful.
But James is distant. So instead of leaning against his chest like I’m dying to do, I turn around and look out the window.
As we drive through the busy stree
