26Lying on her side, Lucy watched Jacques sleep, the sheet pulled up to his waist, his bare chest rising and falling following his barely perceptible breath, his face relaxed. Only the deep wrinkle on his forehead revealed that he was not serene.
She put out her hand and caressed his cheek, bristly with the short, well-groomed beard. Everything that had happened in a little over two days still didn't seem real to her.
When she had seen Jacques come out of the symposium, she had almost collapsed to her knees from the emotion: he and Jack looked like twins! The presence of a woman beside him meant that any attempt to approach him was impossible and she had been forced to come up with a somewhat fanciful one for the next morning. Her performance at the hotel had been convincing, she could
