Is your name on a room in that reservation?”

He turned the tap off and kept his hand under it.

“I’m not the one who.

Chloe handles all that.”

“Handles what?”

“Nothing.” He set the glass down without drinking from it.

“It’s nothing.”

He went up the stairs two at a time, and a door closed above me, softly, the way a door closes when somebody is being careful about the sound.