The two exchanged a few more words, and then Mark Reed went upstairs.
Valentine Teller was still in the hotel garden staring dazedly at the shimmering water of the swimming pool, feeling as if she had barely survived a disaster, and tears unknowingly fell again.
Mark Reed helped Sharry Vaux into the car.
Sharry Vaux leaned her head on Mark Reed's shoulder, finding the most comfortable position, a satisfied smile on her lips. Tonight, she was determined not to let him go; she wanted to be his woman.
Each lost in their own thoughts, they remained silent as they arrived at Sharry Vaux's home.
The maid opened the door, and Mark Reed supported her as they walked to the bedroom upstairs. Sharry Vaux placed all her weight on him.
She seemed truly drunk, her consciousness blurred.
Mark Reed placed Sharry Vaux on the bed and intended to leave.
But Sharry Vaux, lying on the bed, had no intention of letting him go.
