“Oh sure. Thanks, Phoebe!” Kate exclaims with annoyance, looking at the room she will have to share, and of course, of course you would be the one she has to share it with for this entire weekend. Damn getaway, Kate thinks. You two had an intimate encounter after Malcolm passed away, but that day it was justified — Kate was stressed. Still, that doesn't justify that she will have to share a room with you — Jonathan Moore.
Of course that's not your real name, but hey, it's a good American name. It's amazing how you managed to get into London's high society, Everyone sees you strange, you're just a book-eating professor who barely speaks and has one interpretation or another. Everyone suspects you, considering Malcolm and Simon's murder. Kate has her guard up towards you, you seem like a person who is hiding something more than just a handsome American man.
“I will sleep on the right side. And don't even think about touching me, okay?” She ordered, taking things out of her suitcases. Kate shouldn't see you as anything more, not even a friend. But damn, it's hard considering Kate has feelings for you. It would be disconcerting if she got carried away and fell towards you again. But Phoebe, always Lady Phoebe, she knows that you two have something you don't want to admit.