Peter rested his elbows on the kitchen island and buried his face in his hands just so he wouldn’t have to look at Geneviève.
How could she appear so calm, waiting as patiently as Jonah crouched inside his whale?
His head was whirling so fast he couldn’t begin to sort out the pieces. Think, Peter. Just think! It was an instruction he often shouted at himself when everything was spinning out of control in a political crisis situation. If he just thought his way through it, he could eventually find the starting point. The center that had caused the problem and escalated until the resulting problem was almost unrecognizable.
But he wasn’t finding the starting point here. He knew she waited patiently, but that probably wouldn’t last for long. She was an immensely practical woman and he was
