Alistair went upstairs and decided it was best to leave a note. Lisa was driving, but he could see that she was tired. Maybe that little nap had been enough, maybe not. He grabbed his notepad and a pen, which always stayed on the nightstand next to the bed.Then, he pulled the quilt aside and tossed it over Lisa—she was all curled up, clearly cold. The young woman had on a light dress, since she had gone to a pool party.He went back downstairs and saw Maria still standing, clutching her purse tightly. The young woman looked uncomfortable and was nervously biting her lips. She was wearing a dress similar to Lisa’s, but the cut hugged her generous curves much more, and Alistair felt strange—and disappointed in himself—for noticing he was ‘seeing too much.’ Maria was his wife’s friend. Whether the marriage was real or just for show was irrelevant.“Let’s go, Miss Johnston,” Alistair said seriously. “I’ll drive you home. I’ve left a note for Lisa, but in case she wakes up while we’re on