Nathaniel tried to relax the tension from his bones as he walked Susanna up the broad, grand staircase to her Parrsons House suite. They had put off talking after their small confrontation at the Chadweths’. It wasn’t the place or time. Since then, they’d barely had a moment to themselves. They’d departed the garden party for a dinner at the American ambassador’s home with only enough time to change wardrobes. It had been a long Friday. “Are you coming in?” Susanna stood in the doorway, waiting.