What He Never Let Go Of
He was smiling now, easy and unguarded, and she thought, not for the first time that night, that she could get dangerously used to this version of him — the one Salvo got, the one the boardroom never saw.
They stayed until Salvo started pointedly blowing out the other tables' candles, and drove back into the city a little after midnight with the windows cracked to let the sea air follow them home, neither of them in any hurry to fill the comfortable quiet with conversation. Somewhere past the halfway point, Elena realized her hand had found its way back into his on the console, and neither of them had made a decision about it. It had simply happened, the way easy things did when neither pers