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It was different this time when Joe opened the door to his room. Instead of the two of them rushing into each other’s arms, Sarah moved to the bed alone. She kicked off her shoes, then pulled out the pillows from beneath the bedspread and fluffed them against the headboard. She propped herself up on one of them and waited while Joe removed his own shoes, his coat and tie, then joined her on the bed.
Sarah draped her closest leg over Joe’s. “Okay, go,” she told him. “Don’t leave anything out.”
“I let him gloat for a while,” Joe said. “That seemed important. He wanted to make sure I understood how clever he was.”
“Good,” Sarah said. Letting an opponent bask in some momentary triumph was always a good foundation for then chipping away at his victory.
“He wanted information from me,” J
