It didn’t say a single thing about sleeping together, though rationally she knew this didn’t matter. She’d already understood how little the contract outright stated. They were supposed to read between the lines—and if his commandeering of the right side of the bed was anything to go by he’d already done just that. He didn’t care. Why would he? He was a professional. Professionals didn’t worry about being in a bed with another person. Professionals just focused on creating a believable façade. He was probably thinking about what would happen if they slept in separate rooms—would someone see two lights from a distance? Would a neighbor stop by at the wrong time and unravel everything? They couldn’t afford mistakes like that. The neater they kept the lie the better things would be, she knew. But it was easier said than done, for her. What if she went in there and got into bed and he hadn’t assumed they would do things like this? Maybe he thought she should take the floor.
