She bought a pad and some new pencils and strolled over to Central Park, looking for something to draw. She needed a breather. Her cell phone rang several times. She ignored the calls from Quinn. She feared the sting of his anger, or worse, his disappointment. He’d already stated he didn’t love her, wanted her gone. She was too humiliated, too embarrassed, and too ashamed to face him anyway. The betrayal sat between them, creating a gulf as wide as the Atlantic Ocean. She sat back, opened a bottle of iced tea, and looked around. Right next to her was a lovely, small, delicate tree. She set to work sketching the twisting trunk and the symmetrical leaves. Drawing was soothing, took her mind off her troubles. Consumed by her task, she didn’t hear a man approaching. When he cleared his throat, she looked up. It was Quinn. “Took me long enough to find you.” Her pulse raced, and she could hear her heart beating in her ears. Her palms began to sweat, and her breath quickened. Silence fell between them.
