The knock came again, softer this time.
“Roman?” her mother’s voice floated through the wood. “I can’t sleep. Are you still working?”
Roman’s eyes locked on Sienna’s. For one frozen second neither of them moved. Then he moved fast. He pulled out of her, yanked his pants up, and threw her sleep shirt at her. Sienna scrambled to dress, heart slamming so hard she felt dizzy. Roman pointed silently to the small space behind the heavy desk curtains. She slipped into the narrow gap just as he unlocked the door.
He opened it only partway.
“I’m still up,” he said, voice impressively steady. “Couldn’t sleep either.”
Her mother stood in the hallway in her robe, hair slightly messy, eyes tired. She tried to look past him into the study.
“You’ve been in here a lot lately,” she said. “Is everythi
