Footsteps in the hall pulled me out of my sleep.
I sat up, a little dazed, and glanced around the living room. I must have dozed off on the couch while reading.
Sebastien sat in the armchair on my right and clasped his huge hands on his knees. He looked rested from his evening nap, but his eyes were a tad swollen and he seemed not to know what to say first. “You were sleeping, too,” he said, his voice like a receding tide. He gestured to the book in my lap. “What are you reading?”
I was impatient to know what he was feeling or thinking about Valencia’s offer, but I’d have to hold my horses. I put the heavy book on the table between us. “Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann.”
“What’s it about?”
I gazed into Sebastien’s beautiful brown eyes, fighting the urge to throw myself at his feet and te
