Maeve’s POV
The master suite was quiet. The only sound came from the soft crackle of the fire in the stone fireplace.
Maddox did not argue with me. He did not try to cross the line I had set. He walked to the wardrobe near the bathroom, took out a thick wool blanket and a spare pillow, and carried them to the wide velvet sofa in front of the hearth.
He placed the pillow on one end, spread the blanket over the cushions, and turned to look at me.
“The bed is yours,” he said in a low voice. “The bathroom is through that door. There are clean towels in the cabinet.”
“Thank you,” I said.
I took off my blazer and hung it over the back of a chair. I rolled up the sleeves of my blouse and went into the bathroom to wash up.
When I returned, Maddox was already lying on the sofa. His long legs
