Mason looked away from the walk-in closet and turned his attention toward the center of the room. He stared at the large mattress, and his expression grew very serious.
"The maid just took the extra blankets away," Mason answered in a low voice. "Which means we have to actually sleep in the same bed tonight to maintain the illusion."
I followed his gaze toward the massive piece of furniture. The folded quilt usually rested at the foot of the bed, and the spare throw blankets usually sat on the velvet sofa near the window. The maid had removed all of them under the pretense of doing laundry. The only item left on the mattress was a single, heavy white duvet resting over the fitted sheets.
"She did not take them to clean them," I noted as I crossed my arms over my chest. "She took them because your uncle instructed her to force our hand. Thomas wants to see if we will request separate blankets from the staff before the night is over."
