I shouldn't go looking. I know that but I stand and leave the kitchen anyway.
The noise leads me down a corridor I haven't fully explored yet. The bar room is dimly lit, just one lamp on, casting a warm glow across dark wood and glass shelves. Zane is there, seated at the counter, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. A glass sits in front of him.
I take a step back trying to be sneaky, maybe he hasn't seen me yet.
"Elaine," he says without turning around. "You can come in."
Tsk so much for slipping away and being sneaky.
I move forward reluctantly and stop a few feet behind him. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
He doesn't answer, just lifts the glass, takes a slow sip and sets it back down.
I fold my arms. "Do you enjoy ignoring questions in general , or is it just mine ?"
A corner of his mouth twitches. Not a smile but something close. "What are you doing here? It's late "
"I was hungry."
He glances over his shoulder. "At midnight?"
