Destinies [antikvár]

DESTINIES She wished she were brave enougft to risk attempting to turn fantasies into reality. Why did she have to find his face so attractive, his voice with its precise British diction so captivating? She wanted to stay there, talking with him, forever; she alsó longed to get away from him so she could put her feelings back in order. The sight of his aristocratic features, his pointed chin and strong nose, his fine skin, made her yearn to touch him. He considered teliing her that he planned to escape, that he felt he was suffocating, that he was leaving Jane, to see about living somé more satisfactory kind of life. He considered discussing how he felt about the prospect of leaving his children; he loved the boys and couldn't bear to imagine how they'd react to his going. He wondered what her reactions would be if he told her how lovely and lovable he found her, or what her answer would be if he asked why she'd decided to move to New York just when she was starting to make a real name for herself here . . .