INSATIABLE VOWS
She stopped when she saw me sitting in the dim light.
"You're still awake," she said, her voice a low, velvety murmur in the quiet room.
"I could say the same about you," I replied smoothly, setting my tablet on the table. "Can't sleep?"
"Too much noise in my head," Chiara said. She walked further into the room, stopping near the edge of the plush rug, folding her arms across her chest. "And apparently, you don't sleep at all. Do you ever actually turn your brain off, or is overanalyzing corporate filings a twenty-four-hour operation for you?"