HE FOUND BRYONY STILL on the table where he’d left her. Her face lacked colour and her eyes had grown wide and lifeless. She held herself, swinging absently.
McNamara’s heart reacted to her pain. He ached seeing her without the vitality he had enjoyed so much. He came closer to her and cupped her cheek with his right hand. He slid the other arm around her and drew her to his chest, holding her tight. He kissed her ruffled strawberry-blond hair. His lips trailed down her cheek like an illusion and stopped over her trembling lips.
When he touched her mouth, a sigh left her lips, and her body moved closer to him. She was coming back to life again.
McNamara lifted her in his arms and headed to the bedroom with her. On the stairs, he thought Bryony had said something, but he didn’t understan
