Chapter 17

‘Helena?’ he prompted impatiently, when she did not even respond to the deliberate provocation of his remark.

It was three and a half weeks since he had last seen her. Three and a half weeks during which he had not forgotten a single thing about her or the evening they had made love so beautifully. Three and a half weeks during which he had longed to return to London, but forced himself not to do so to give Helena time. Time, he had hoped, to discover she wanted him as much as he still wanted her.

When Melina had told him Helena was here, waiting outside to see him, Bryan had believed that to be the case and had been filled with expectation. But Helena's behaviour since entering the room—her silence, the fact that she had barely glanced at him before moving to stand in front of the window with her back towards him—did not fill him with the same confidence.

But by the same token, she could have not have flown to Venice, sought him out at his office, without good reason…

She was dressed