Luna Helena was about to go to bed when she felt someone approaching the door to her room. She thought it might be Claire, who still owed her an explanation for arriving late to lunch, so she stepped forward and opened the door before anyone could knock — but when she saw who it was, she almost stumbled backward.
“Darling. I didn’t think you’d be so eager to see me — or were you expecting someone else?”
Helena quickly regained her composure and noticed how Mason’s eyes roamed over her body, which was covered only by a nearly transparent baby doll.
“I just felt someone approaching, that’s all.”
Mason stepped closer.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Helena hesitated for a second, but there was something in her husband’s tone that seemed affectionate, and she counted on the indirect
