“My London clients call at six.”

“That bedroom has my personal belongings in it,” I said.

Harper picked a wooden spoon up off the rest and laid it flat on the granite.

“David’s gone, Eleanor.

You can’t hoard four bedrooms while Julian is running an investment firm.”

“Where am I supposed to put my clothes?” I asked.

Julian drummed his fingernails on the edge of the counter.

“There’s room in the detached garage.”