Or she'd play on her mobile phone in the room, and he'd read his book, neither disrupting the other, but they were in the same place.
He was clearly at home, but he wasn't keeping her company, which Jane Sampson found odd.
When James Black came out the door, Jane Sampson still maintained her eavesdropping pose.
He stood in the doorway, hands in pockets, his gaze coolly fixed on Jane Sampson, waiting for her to speak.
Unexpectedly, Jane Sampson just guiltily chuckled at him, said nothing, and immediately bolted back to the bedroom.
"..." James Black's mouth twitched slightly, his expression grew a touch colder, but he still followed her back to the bedroom.
After Jane returned to the room, she leaped onto the bed and sprawled out in a starfish pose, taking up two-thirds of the bed, waiting for James to come in. Her eyes irresistibly followed him as he did.
She watched as James entered the bathroom, and came in as if he hadn't seen her at all.
