We were both still so exhausted that the drive to Sagaponack, when we had a perfectly good home in the city, seemed like something we could leave for another day. We spent a wonderfully relaxed Sunday with his relatives at the apartment, and Monday morning we drove with them to the airport to see...
All I had to do was think about her— and I rarely stopped thinking about her— and I wasn’t Neil Elwood, billionaire, but Neil Elwood, befuddled teenager. Which can be damned unfortunate in the middle of an important meeting one has flown five-thousand kilometers to sit in on. No matter how discre...
The neighborhood was filled with a lot of very serious looking black sedans and tall, pristine white stucco mansions. And it was just a hop, skip, and a jump from Buckingham Palace. Which wasn’t weird at all. We left his house in Somerset the day after Christmas and travelled by car to London. It...