And then picking it up again. He kept his gaze on the dark grey bitumen that was fast sliding under the car. The airport was a rush of bodies and noise and interminable waiting—even though they arrived only five minutes before the check-in for their flight closed. Too soon they landed in Auckland. Too soon he was driving her home.
And he was not going in with her.
‘Are you pleased with your designs?’ She nodded, dropping the necklace against her skin once more.
‘I’ll take them back to the warehouse. You can do any finishing there this week.’ He couldn’t bring himself to sever it completely. Not yet.
‘Thanks.’ She didn’t look him in the eye. And he didn’t look for long to see if she did.
Breathing space. He couldn’t wait to be alone so he could reclaim his equilibrium. Alone was good. Alone was comfortable—this wasn’t. The discomfort was bigger than the silence that ballooned between them.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out her phone. The shock on her face sent a welcome flash of pleasure through him.
