“What are you doing?” “Shh.” He raised an open palm in her direction. “No sudden movements.” “All right.” She drew out the words, kicking off her slippers and making her way into the room on stocking feet, sitting next to him on the floor. She folded her legs beneath her skirts and stared into the fireplace, too. “What are we looking at?” she whispered. “Your cat. The little beast is hiding behind the grate. We’ve been waiting one another out.”
