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192 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 1, 1981
She stole a look at him now; his suit was of impeccable cut, his shirt was silk and his tie, sombre-hued though it was, was silk too. It was borne in upon her suddenly that he was a handsome man, his mouth was firm and his chin even more so. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? Perhaps because his habitual placid expression masked them.
He looked up and she looked away, pinkening because she had been staring. Just as though he had been reading her thoughts, he observed mildly: ‘You’ve never really looked at me before, have you, Chrissy?’
It was almost dark by now. Christina stared ahead of her into the brilliant path made by the car’s lights. Too brilliant; she closed her eyes against it and went to sleep. Presently her head lolled sideways on to the doctor’s shoulder.
He glanced down at her pale sleeping face, slowed the car and slid on to a patch of grass between the trees at the side of the road, slipped an arm around her and pulled her gently against his shoulder, then settled back in his seat. It was quiet and dark, and after a little while, despite the car’s comfort, chilly, but he made no movement, his face so calm that he might have been sleeping too.