CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Petra let Sami in and closed the door.
He remained just behind her. His faint scent hung in the narrow hallway, something clean and crisp.
“Is Elias asleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
She turned to face him. The rough scratch in his voice was more obvious than it had been earlier in the day. She nodded. “Since seven.”
She was wrong. Sami had on a different T-shirt to the one he had worn at the zoo. This one was a shade darker and freshly washed, smelling of trees and heavy rain. He said he had been driving around for some time. Did he keep a change of clothes in his car? Whether that was true or not, the notion that he had made an effort to put himself in order before he saw her pleased her.
She moved toward the living room.
Sami went straight to the window,
