He found her at the table in the kitchen. She had put on her jeans from yesterday but had found another shirt, this one sans his name across the back and just one of the many identical plain grey undershirts he wore under his suits. She’d tied off the extra length at her waist in a little knot, and he was tempted to immediately take it off her again. She’d grabbed the scones from the nightstand and had split the cup of coffee between two cups. She smiled at him when he sat down across from her, but it wasn’t the same as the one she’d greeted him with this morning. This was polite and reserved and he wondered if he’d messed up by not answering the question she hadn’t asked. 