"Okay, I won't bother. Now put down that thing that makes me nervous" he said returning to the hall and closing the door with his foot, uttering a protest. "How bitter!"
Santino watched him go, put the letter opener back in the drawer, and returned to his utter self-absorption. At least in those rare moments of peace, like this instant, he could allow himself to rethink his dilemmas. He had been brooding most of the night, recapitulating the matter and arranging it in the way that some alternative might occur to him; it was all about what he and Alexa would do from now on.
Her answer was more than obvious and he had not denied it in an instant. He, too, did he put it in the exact words; saying a terse "I love you" would have sounded too early and impertinent. They were very big words.
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