‘Aud.’
The voice so close to her ear startled her and Audrey was surprised to see Cam standing beside her.
‘You were far away,’ he said, as he settled onto the stool in front of her, placing wallet—new, she noted—and car keys—Audi, she couldn’t fail to notice—on the table. Café Romano was a long way from where he lived now, and she doubted now that he did miss the stroll down the road.
He’d convinced her that it was perfect for them—an old, inner-city warehouse that had been renovated to perfection—open plan living, skylights that bathed the mezzanine bedrooms, studio space for him and the living area downstairs in a warm light, winter and summer, a rooftop garden with views to the city. No office space for her, though; she would set up at the end of the oak dining room table when neede
