Thomas opened a shallow drawer on his side of the desk.

He produced a stack of thick hotel stationery and a heavy silver pen.

He set them precisely next to my phone.

“Would you prefer I fetch your fiancé?” he asked.

“Do you think he’ll actually believe me over them?”

Thomas smoothed his silk tie.

“A gentleman usually trusts the woman he intends to marry.”

“I need a new room,” I said.