‘We’ll get there,’ he said with a smile. ‘I promise. Now, is that your typewriter case I see?’
‘I thought I might write while I’m here. Maybe write a new Sister Grace novel with a Palm Springs setting. Or maybe work with you on that film script for Gabe and Melvyn.’
‘Are you planning on a lengthy stay?’
‘I thought I could stick around until you’re sick of me.’
‘That’ll be never, then. Unless—’
‘Unless what?’
He loosened his grip and held her at arm’s distance. ‘I could swap you for Mrs Collings?’
She prodded his chest with a finger. ‘Careful what you wish for, Mr St Clair.’
‘Oh, I love nothing better than to live dangerously, Mrs Devereux-Temple.’
‘Me too,’ she said softly, thinking of Matteo’s letters burning to ash in the fireplace back at Island House and finally releasing her from the past. ‘Me too.’