would be sleeping one short flight away。 More than once that night she
held her breath； hearing a sound； wondering if he was making the climb。
Her bedroom door remained closed； and when she fell asleep； she slept
well。
It was good。 Thursday and Friday were packed with work； long hours spent
huddled with the masterminds of the Rye Beach plex。 They were
amenable to her suggestions； often mildly questioning； sometimes
strongly doubting； but always ready to listen。 Ross was absent during
most of the work； dropping in to check on the progress； but otherwise
yielding to the men beneath him。
Chloe asked him about it Friday evening。 〃I thought you'd be more
fortable if I kept my distance at the office；〃 he said。
〃But aren't you concerned about the project？ For all you know the
revised plans may be unacceptable to you personally。〃
〃I doubt that；〃 he replied； smiling fortably。 〃I trust you。 And I
trust the men you're working with。 They know what I want。〃 He paused；
eyes changing； voice lowering。 〃So do you。〃
Her throat grew tight。 It was the first thing he had done that was at
all suggestive。 For that reason； she indulged him the lapse。 And because
the lapse was brief； she let him bribe her to stay in New York until
Sunday with a pair of choice tickets to the Big Apple's newest hit
musical。
〃How did you ever get seats？〃 she ask