Chapter 6
The weekend had arrived at last.
Leslie was free from seminars and conferences, free from the university. She had plenty of work to do: a great deal had piled up in the last week. But it could wait.
Her Max, as she was now inclined to think of him, could not wait. He wasn't planning to stay here forever, after all, and besides Leslie was eager to be with him every minute she could and to complete the capture.
Without saying anything about it, she dropped any pretense of wanting to be with anyone but him. Early Saturday morning she phoned the Flaggs at their hotel, asked if they'd be at the pool that day, and said she would be there as soon as she was finished with her shopping. Did they have any shopping they wanted done?
No, but Max would be happy to help her with hers, if
