The feeling she was getting from being in the pool and watching him put on his clothes in hurried jerks was not a pleasant one at all. She thought he looked angry; at her? His teeth was gritted and he had a stoic expression on his face like he was fighting an internal battle

He did not buckle his belt. He wore his suit trousers and the undershirt, picked up his jacket and swung it over his shoulders before leaving. He did all this without looking at her, not even once

She felt cold as she stared at him. She knew that feeling of rejection and abandonment so well and...