The Royal Suite smelled like warm bread and sugar.
Kyle had kept his promise. Two boxes from the only bakery in Mayfair still open after ten sat on the coffee table, lids flipped back. One was already empty. Jane was working on the second with the quiet focus of a surgeon.
"You were supposed to share," Ella said from the other end of the couch.
"I offered," Jane said through a mouthful of éclair. "You said no."
"I said no to the lemon one. I didn't say no to all of them."
Cassandra laughed from the armchair, Junior asleep against her chest. Jasmine was sprawled on the rug with Wolverine, making him leap from cushion to cushion like the couch was a city skyline.
Kyle stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, looking out at the wet London streets below.
"We're not leaving yet," he said.
The room went quiet.
Ella twisted around on the couch. "What?"
