Still trying to catch his breath, Martin glanced at the broad expanse of mattress around them. "I'm beginning to think the bed was a strategic reserve."
The remark caught Cassandra off guard and made her laugh. Katherine joined in, and Martin soon regretted amusing either of them when every tired muscle in his stomach began protesting. By the time the laughter faded, Cassandra had stopped straightening the sheet whenever it bunched beneath her, and the room finally looked inhabited rather than arranged for an inspection.
Katherine poured herself half a glass of wine, took one small sip, and climbed off the bed with the glass in hand.
"Where are you going?" Martin asked.
"I want something salty." She glanced back, letting her eyes travel over both of them. "Take your time. I'm curious which of you follows first."
