CHAPTER TWELVE
They spent the next few hours in bed. At some point, Eric went upstairs to his home office to prepare for the meeting with Etienne. When he turned on the printer, Linda awoke to the hum of technology murmuring through the walls. What a difference a few hours had made. One day ago, she had slept on an uncomfortable cot, and now, she luxuriated like a spoiled housecat on high thread-count sheets, in a cherry-wood sleigh bed.
While his pajamas were comfortable, she hoped he had something different to wear. She moved to his walk-in closet, and the lights came on automatically. “Hello,” Linda said, surprised by the motion-sensor lighting. Gray men’s suits lined one side like Confederate soldiers, and on the other side, an entire row of white, long-sleeved shirts hung like frien
