BELLA'S POV
"I'll work some of the weekend," he said.
"I know," she said. The same I know she had given me, the same warmth in it. "Feed her properly."
"Petra…"
"Dominic."
A pause.
"Yes," he said.
She smiled. The full one, the real one, the smile she had when things were as she wanted them, and she picked up her coat from the hall table and she went through the front door, which Gio held, and she went down the steps and into the car and Gio closed the door.
We stood in the entrance hall.
The car went down the drive.
Through the open front door we could see it, the long driveway, the car moving along it, the gates opening at the far end with the smooth automated motion of infrastructure doing its job, and then the car through the gates, and then the gates closing, and then the dri
