The staff came to clear away the dishes, and Raphael asked the driver to bring his luggage up from the car. He showered in the other bathroom, returned, and still, Grace hadn’t come out.
As he passed the bathroom door, he could hear faint rustling inside. Once he was sure she was fine, he picked up his tablet to review the key points from the afternoon meeting. Just three pages, but back in the car, his mind hadn’t taken in a word. Now was the time to catch up.
Fifteen minutes later, he was done.
Click. The door opened.
Raphael lowered his gaze, sipping his chilled white wine, but no sign of her appeared. He set the glass down and walked over. Grace was still in the bathroom, the door ajar. He stepped inside to find her standing by the mirror, tugging at the collar of her bathrobe, ex
