Jessica took her time placing the receiver back in its cradle, keeping her expression hidden. She needed a moment to process what she'd just heard.
He’d done that?
“Mark—” she began, unsure how to even form the question.
“What?” he said flatly, not looking up as he stacked plates.
“Did you really rent out the rest of the rooms on this floor just so I wouldn’t be disturbed?”
His jaw tightened. “I see your friend went blabbing.”
“She didn’t blab, Mark. Erica’s a professional. She assumed I already knew—since, I last checked, I’m still Mrs. Thomas.”
He turned slowly, eyes narrowing. “Yes. You are Mrs. Thomas—as of now. But it’s a position you’re trying to relinquish, remember?”
Jessica drew a slow breath. Don’t rise to it.
“I’m not trying to fight. I just… renting out an entire hotel
