She did not press him. She kept to her word. Four days in Flagstaff, two nights of which were spent in his arms, and then she was gone, this time headed east. He wondered about her house there. Probably a large brownstone in the most fashionable part of town. His family had spent a week in New York after they had been driven from Connecticut, and so he thought he could imagine the sort of place where she might live. In an odd way, he found some comfort in that, in envisioning her at home, surrounded by the things she loved, even though his body ached at the thought of losing her, of knowing she would not be there for him to hold…but she was safe. That was more important than any passing physical need. At any rate, she had said she would be back in October. Because she had given her word, h
