Chapter 27

• ISLA
• We sit in silence across from each other at the rich maple table. I gaze around the room, decorated in warm mahoganies and russet oranges. A little odd for a Park Avenue apartment but a pleasant contrast to the overflow of white at Paul’s place.
• The furniture suits Bryce. It’s solid and robust, like him. He’s also gentle and kind, with an underlying air of authority and control. He’s everything I’d hoped Paul was when we first met.