He held my gaze one second too long.

“With my own money.”

On the stairs above him, a silk sash slid along the runner and stopped.

“You must be Harper.” She said it brightly, the way you’d greet a neighbor you’d been meaning to introduce yourself to.

“Yes, I am.”

She was wearing my robe.

The cream silk one with piping at the cuffs, the tie hanging loose over her belly.

“Thanks for leaving the place so spotless,” Brooke said.