Page 52 of Love Among the Ruins
“It would appear not.”
How odd that they both seemed to be afflicted with something similar. “That’s weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“That we have something in common.” Who would have thought she’d ever say that to someone like Dominic Steele? She slipped back against the seat, letting the soft leather cushion her back. She’d already kicked off her stilettoes, and revelled in the cool air, the soft seat. If this was work, she could happily do this and get paid for it.
“What’s that?” Dominic asked.
She opened her eyes and stared at the headrest in front of her. “My father didn’t really believe in me, either.”
“Didn’t?”
“Hmmm.” She looked out, saw the sea as the car sped by, saw a boat and a paraglider floating in the sky. She didn’t want to elaborate and wondered what had possessed her to say what she had.
A low, apologetic sound came from Dominic. “I’m sorry.”
