Gavin told her about the island trip over breakfast.

Audrey was spreading jam on a piece of toast when he said, "I'll be away for a few days."

She looked up. "Business?"

"No." He hesitated, as if expecting the answer itself to become a problem. "Camille's birthday

Nearly three weeks after Gavin returned from the island, he stood outside the guest room while Audrey was reviewing a stack of French notes.

"I have a banquet tomorrow night," he said.

Audrey looked up. "Okay."

He did not leave.

She waited.

Gavin glanced at th

Audrey opened the message before she could talk herself out of it.

For a moment, she only stared at the screen.

Then she read the status again.

Approved.

Her visa had been approved.

The room did not change. The guest-room lamp still cast the same warm light across the bed.