Felicity had meant to go straight to the sink. She'd got as far as hanging the dish towel back on its hook when she noticed Voss had left his plate on the table with a clean little wedge of cake at one end, the best part where the icing had run over. Ivan's pie had a spoon waiting in it, and half the strawberries were missing from Damien's shortcake. She'd been out there a little longer than she'd thought, waiting beside Sam while he ate.
"Is some of that for me?" she asked. They'd given her room to go around with Victor, offering something to each man she'd wanted to see. It was nice to come back to the parts of their supper they'd kept for her, though she wished she could do it wearing a clean dress and without the memory of trying to use her own face to show a man how to wipe his.
