He caught up with her near a side corridor.

“We need to talk.”

She kept walking until they were clear of the other guests.

“Go ahead.” “What are you doing?” “Attending a gala I was invited to.” “You know what I mean.” “Then say it properly.” He glanced around.

“You’re exposing me in front of investors.” Lenore looked at the platinum watch on his wrist — the one she had given him, the one he claimed to have bought himself to celebrate his first big contract.

“I said nothing about our house,” she replied.