Footsteps sounded in the corridor. Nicholas heard them and looked over his shoulder. In one clean motion he locked his phone and slid it into his pocket. By the time Diana stepped through the door, his face was calm.
“You should sleep," he said lightly.
“I will." She walked in and crossed to the window. The room still smelled faintly of cake and roses from the reception. The air was warm. She cracked the window two inches to let in clean night air. “It's been a long day."
He nodded, relieved that she seemed willing to let the night end without a scene. “It has."
She turned back and studied him. She had seen enough to know what the phone meant. She did not bring it up. She did not ask who had written to him. She was not going to hand him a chance to lie.
“I'm tired," she said. “I'll sl
