She blew another big chunk of his cash in London to stay at the Dorchester on Park Lane. That was a mistake.Not spending the money—Greg’s money felt like a gift from a bad fairy; she had to spend it, and fast, to keep it from doing mischief—but the legendary Dorchester was wasted on such a short stay. Her room was larger than her and Greg’s entire apartment in Indio. The bathroom was bigger than their kitchen.No. Forget that thinking. There was no her-and-Greg’s anything now.After almost falling asleep in the deep bathtub, Lilith dried off and wrapped the luxurious hospitality robe around her body. A bottle of champagne nested in a silver ice bucket on a table in the corner of her room. She poured a glass, feeling a little sorry for herself. Outside her windows, the lush treetops of Hyde Park were like a painting in the early evening light.Sunlight seemed to last longer here. Was it because London’s latitude was different than that of the California desert? She wished she could talk about it with someone.
