She had half expected some words of parting from the fearsome butler, but he opened the door silently and gave her a cool, dispassionate gaze. She stepped out into the cold night.
As on her arrival, the stones of the parking paddock crunched as she walked over them. She had spent the bulk of her weekend in high heels and crossing the loose stones was not as difficult as when she arrived. The bright lights that flooded over the entrance to Devlin’s mansion and the parking area before it made her feel like she was on stage and she was self conscious as she walked, imagining that Vincent, or Devlin, was watching her as she made her retreat,
Her car was still where she had left it. She took her keys from her purse and beeped the locks open. When she got in the driver’s seat she turned on the
