Vincent’s flight was delayed because of bad weather, and between that and the rental company losing his reservation for his car and he had to fight with them before they made it right—being a loyal customer certainly helped—it was dark by the time he got to my house.
I’d seen him ragged and worn after a hard week’s filming, but it didn’t compare to the bedraggled man before me. He’d lost weight in the last month, just enough to be noticeable, and there were huge, dark circles under his eyes. His skin had a sallow sheen and he literally trudged up the walkway toward the steps. I rushed out to meet him, hugging him tightly and kissing him soundly, not even sparing a thought as to who might be lurking. In that moment, I didn’t even care. I had to touch him. Vincent might have been exhausted
