She didn't confront Kane that night.
She sat on the terrace after Marcus's call and finished her water and watched the ocean and said nothing, and Kane — who was perceptive in the way that people are when they have spent years making their living from reading rooms and people — eventually turned and looked at her and said, "What happened?"
"Nothing," she said. "Tired."
He looked at her for a moment the way he always looked at her when he suspected she was editing herself, and then he let it go, because that was also who he was — a man who knew the difference between a door that was temporarily closed and one that was locked.
She went to bed and lay awake and thought about art purchases and childhood properties and a trust registered to a company that had no reason to care about the vil
