The bracelet slipped down his wrist, a row of diamonds catching the foyer light, and he angled his arm a little to keep them in it.

“Two hundred a night at the Residence Inn.

I’d call that a step down.”

“When did you buy that thing?”

“In October.” He lifted his chin.

“A man should have something to show for himself.”

I stood with my thumbnail pressed flat on the phone screen in my pocket and kept my hand where it was.

“So I can’t have my coats.”