Voytek had kicked off her shoes and lay on the bed. Troy sat in an armchair. He thought she might be sleeping. He flicked off the reading lamp and stared at nothing.
“Troy? Lie with me.”
He hesitated, had not moved a muscle when the inevitable knock at the door sounded. He put the light on.
“That’s Blaine. I have to take him back to the embassy.”
“How long?”
“Less than an hour.”
“Then come back to me.”