QUOTE : He went to help her dismount. Odette held on to him. She didn’t meet his eyes, and she did not remove her hands from his shoulders. Instead, she seemed to be staring at his chest. Then her hands slipped around his neck and she pressed her face into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her. Was she crying? She wasn’t shaking or making any weeping sounds. “I know I have no right,” she whispered. He stroked her hair and squeezed her shoulder. When she pulled away, he felt his heart wrench. But he let her go. Odette