CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a balmy evening, and the terrace doors were wide open to allow the breeze from the lake to fill the studio with the rustic smells of the vineyards below. Gauzy sheer curtains fluttered gracefully into the room, taking on an incandescent glow from the overhead lighting, their whiteness echoing the ardor of moonlight bouncing off the flagstones.
Rachel had undone the buttons of her blouse, intending to bathe before eating dinner and setting to work that night, but the trunk had sat there, beckoning. She couldn’t take her eyes from it as she’d pulled off her boots and jeans. There was no way she’d be able to relax in the bath while the trunk lie there unopened and the key burned in her hand.
Rachel lifted the trunk up onto her bed. It sank elegantly into the thick comf
