Chapter NineteenThe morning sun seeped through the clouds but failed to warm the misty air. Cora pulled her jacket tighter around her frame and sped up. By the time she arrived at Broadcasting House, her cheeks and hands tingled from the chilly breeze. She shivered as she yanked open the door and hurried inside.
Would Van be upstairs?
Cora pressed her fingers to her lips, remembering the feel of his mouth on hers. Soft, yet firm. She’d lost herself in the moment, Brian a distant memory. As a widow, she certainly wasn’t innocent in the ways of men and women, but somehow her relationship with Van felt young and fresh and…exciting. If what they had could even be called a relationship.
What did they have?
She’d played along when he seemed distraught over what he deemed to be a mistake. His
