Trevor didn't move from the chair.
He heard the water running.
He didn't listen for anything else.
Trevor had already cleared the tablet, refilled his coffee, and refolded Lucas's discarded blanket into clean thirds when Windstone entered the room, exactly eight minutes after the chime.
"Breakfast will be ready in five," Windstone said, stepping inside with his usual precision. "The jeweler is already here. Eager. Ready to get your money."
Trevor glanced up. "Is he early?"
"He's punctual," Windstone corrected. "Which, in noble circles, is the same as desperation."
Trevor set his coffee down. "Did he bring the designs?"
"He brought a portfolio the size of a treaty and enough sample rings to trigger an audit." A pause. "He also complimented the window trim."
Trevor arched an eyebrow. "You insulted him, didn't you?"
Windstone straightened a spoon with surgical precision. "Not enough to get rid of him. Yet. But I will after we receive the rings."
