After Carrie left, she spent the first hour wandering through the penthouse.
She explored the kitchen which had a wine fridge stocked with bottles that probably cost more than her old monthly rent.
She walked down the hallway, passing her own room, then the guest room, until she reached the door at the very end.
That was Henry's room, the door was closed. Andrea stopped, her hand hovering over the handle for just a moment before she dropped it and turned away.
It wasn't her business. He'd made it clear this was professional and she had no right to invade his privacy.
She went back to the living room and curled up on the sofa, pulling one of the cashmere throws over her legs.
Mrs Carrie had said Henry would be home within the hour. “Maybe he'd like to talk after he's back, I'll shoul
