You could tell that this story was written a while ago. "He ran his finger down the side of her face". There were some surprises- I thought that one of the men, Bill or Frank, war time reporters & friends, was going to be killed during the fighting that they were covering and I thought for sure that she, Vanessa, was going to turn up pregnant. A quick read, though. This is the story of a well known war correspondent, Bill, who meets a woman in a hotel bar, Vanessa, they become fast friends with her and they eventually become lovers. One problem, though...she's married. After a night of passionate lovemaking, Vanessa tells Bill of that inconvenient fact. She also tells him that it's not working out; they are never in the same place for very long; her husband, Peter, is a lawyer to the stars, so they really have no life together. Vanessa is 27, Peter, is 35; she wants a baby, Peter does not. I conjured up all kinds of scenarios-Peter shoots Vanessa rather than letting her go, but she doesn't die, Bill rushes in to take care of her; Peter shoots Bill rather than letting him have her-neither of which happened. Instead, it's Bill who is kidnapped by terrorists and held for two weeks. When Bill doesn't show up for a planned tryst in Venice, their rendezvous point, Vanessa is convinced that Bill has grown tired of her and has dumped her, even though he has just reiterated, strongly, that he's in this relationship for the long haul; he wants to marry Vanessa. She retreats to her place in Southampton, Long Island to be alone with her thoughts, alone with her pain and her tears, away from everyone. She's unplugged the TV set, doesn't get the newspaper, and is totally cut off from the outside world. Drucilla (what a name!!!), Bill's Mom, tracks down Vanessa(I don't know how; she's never been to the cabin before, doesn't know anyone who knows Vanessa) but there she is, at Vanessa's door, bringing the bad tidings of Bill being kidnapped. Maybe the book should've been longer to add some other scenes. I don't like the way it ended. On to the next one.