“Please, go on. What you were saying was very
interesting, but I wanted to kiss you since the moment you rang at my door.
Since I didn’t know how long you would keep talking ...”
I remain speechless, which never happens. By the
same token, uttering phrases without head or tail because someone made my head
turn never happens either. Nobody makes my head turn.
“Are you speechless now?” he jokes.
“Who are you? What are you doing in Solange’s
house?”
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. You’re
right–my manners leave a lot to be desired. My name is Ian Redford. I bought
this house a month ago, and I’m renovating it so I can resell it.”
That explains why I didn’t know Solange had
moved. After my return from Santorini, I tried to find out if she was still
living in Kensington, and it
