"What do you
feel?"
"Feel? About this? Excellent."
"No. I mean about me."
"You?" She looked away for a second. He could see her expression
soften. "I'm not sure." She met his eyes. "But it's not anger
anymore. Really it isn't."
"No, I don't mean that."
"Guilt? Nah, I'm done with that."
"No," he said. "No, not that." He looked at her forehead.
Unwrinkled and smooth, pure. Eyes so sharp, intense, curious.
Cautious. He remembered what it had been like to touch her neck,
her breasts. Back to her eyes.
"Is there anything else?" he said. "I don't know. I mean - love?"
She blinked her eyes closed for a few moments, and when she
opened them again they were glistening. But from what emotion he
could not tell.
"Peter, just sign it."
PART V
Chapter 21
He had not slept all night.
It was not because he missed sleeping in the same bed with Greta.
That, of course, had ended. Nor was it because he missed sleeping
with Laurence. At almost exactly the same time Wallaby started
its merger negotiations with ICP, Laurence had taken a temporary
leave of absence to, she said, care for her ill father. It was
just as well, considering what had happened to Greta and
everything that had followed. Besides, the majority of his
speaking engagements had been postponed or canceled, and he spent
his time attending meeting after meeting, and putting together
piece of the business plan, which consumed most of his waking and
sleeping hours.
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