Rowena knew the next morning that what little ground she’d gained in the battle for Quinn’s heart had been lost. Whatever he’d felt last night after their lovemaking, that mixture of melancholy and distance had returned. She’d woken to him already awake and dressed. He packed their bags with barely a word, and when a light breakfast was brought up, he did not even smile at her when she tried to smile at him.
Dressing in almost complete silence, she merely had to turn her back to him once and say his name in order for him to lace up her corset. He was quick and efficient this time, not like last night when he’d been gentle, slow, and seductive as he’d pulled the laces loose. He did not linger in his caresses or his attentions. She ate quickly and followed him to the waiting car, where a yo
