Kitty spied the spot he left for her and cheerfully crawled up the bed to climb into it. "You totally have depths," she told him as she settled in, facing him, on her side. "Hidden ones, even."

This was nice. She liked his room. "That's really why I'm here. To plumb the depths of James Hathaway, Oxford copper." She punched the pillow to get it to the right height and then settled in again, smiling. "So, about those depths..."