Relief surged. “This immersion thing doesn’t have to include being in the same house while sleeping. In fact, my not being there at night might be for the best.”
“I agree that having you drive into Jackson alone in the middle of the night isn’t smart.”
In the process of rejoicing over the small victory, Sylvie nearly missed his next comment.
“I’ll drive you.”
Startled for a moment, Sylvie could only stare. “That’s too much to ask.”
“I don’t agree.”
They strolled back down Broadway in the direction of her shop.
“That was the issue back in Boston.” His voice was firm, resolute. “We didn’t spend enough quality time together.”
Sylvie thought back to their whirlwind courtship and had to admit he was right. “We spent most of our time in bed.”
He grinned suddenly. “Good times.”
Unsmiling, she shook her head. “That intimacy gave us a skewed sense of closeness, of connection.”
“I need to move on, Sylvie.” Those grey eyes were dead serious now. He extended his hand. “Do we have a deal?”
She’d made many mistakes in her life but Andrew had been her biggest. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. If spending time with her these next three weeks would help him, she’d do it.
She shook his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Tomorrow, we’ll begin the immersion. Tonight, I have a party to attend.”