Isla and Remi stood together in uncomfortable silence in the elevator and when it stopped Remi took a different path than the one they had come through when they first came into the mansion and Isla followed diligently, they came outside and got into the limousine that had brought them from the plane, both of them in their separate worlds.
The trip back was somber, this time Isla gazed unseeingly at the beautiful scene she had so badly wished to jump into earlier.
It was the champagne, yes! She thought, it had to be the champagne that made her kiss him back so wantonly, she had felt a stirring deep in her core when he had draped the jacket over her shoulders and his green eyes had seemed to peer deep into her soul, how could she resist the lean hard planes of his chest pressing up again
