Chapter 24
Harry awoke in an enormous bed. He didn’t realize there was a size larger than a king. He was n***d, swathed in silk sheets, and Veronica’s perfume still hung in the air. But she was no longer on her side of the bed.
His clothes were folded neatly on the chair of her dressing table. The sun shone brightly through the French doors of the bedroom, so he figured it was midmorning already. He’d slept solidly. The doors opened to a balcony, beyond that a manicured garden bordered by a tall hedgerow. If there were other houses nearby, they were tucked away and hidden in the lush foliage.
He heard the clatter of pantry sounds coming from downstairs. Her voice called up, “Are you awake, luv? Harry!”
“Yeah, wow,” he called back. “I guess it’s late.”
“Coffee or tea with your breakfas
