But no, love had not made her sane or wise, she finally had to conclude; rather reality had caused this sudden bout of sensible thinking. She was struggling to hold onto the best thing that had happened to her in years. Even so, by the end of their second night together, she could feel it slipping from her fingers despite every effort she made to cling to the perfect bliss of that first day in Tylers Paris hotel room.
By the third day Tylers preoccupation with his return to Istanbul was so fully entrenched that it was all he seemed to think about. She accompanied him on several errands around the city as he prepared for leaving early the following morning. They took time to make love, coupling in bittersweet moments that at first reconnected them with the pleasure of the previous days,
