“We each have our weaknesses,” he quipped.
“Stop smiling like that, for God’s sake,” she admonished. “People might start mistaking you for a nice guy.”
“God forbid,” he retorted, and she stared at him, wondering if there was a sense of humor hidden beneath that detached façade he presented to the world.
The drive back to his place was short and silent, and when he parked his car, she made one last halfhearted protest.
“James could drive me back to my place,” she suggested. “I promise to rest when I get home.”
“We’re already here. You might as well enjoy the quiet and take a nap. I’ll be heading back to the office, so you’ll have the place to yourself. Help yourself to anything, and if you need something, contact James. He’ll see to it.”
Camile figured it was a good trial run for when
