Claire kept busy enough, an adventure here, a sick person there, maybe a little redecorating and her credit card worked through the doors when she needed a spa day and who knew who was fitting that bill. So there was plenty to do, always someone looking to have a chat and a boyfriend to make trouble with. But at night she did start to feel like it was just her and John and their absentee lover found his way home later and later.
John was off, he wasn't a kept boy by any means and Claire had run the bath extra hot, filling it and sinking into the bubbles. She had a book and the evening would pass well enough. Which is why she was surprised to hear someone open the door. Not that she had a chance to worry because he announced himself effectively enough. She laughed, throwing the book onto the closed toilet seat, who needed reading.
"In here," Claire called, because she'd left the door ajar seeing as she hadn't been expecting anyone and anyone he wasn't expecting would probably be welcome in there with her.