By the time night fell, exhaustion dragged on my limbs. As we prepared for bed, Richard leaned against the bedroom doorway. He looked…awkward. He cleared his throat. "To keep up the ruse," he said, "we'll have to share the bedroom." His eyes darted away.
"Of course," I replied quickly. I nodded furiously. "Totally fine. I understand. No problem at all."
Richard shifted, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He gestured toward the massive bed, all crisp white sheets and an intimidating mountain of pillows. "You take the left side," he instructed. "I'll stay on the right."
I nodded again. I was nodding so much I might as well have been auditioning for the role of an agama lizard basking on a wall.
