"If only there were a way to know for sure." Don sat at the edge of the bed, notepad resting on his knees. He sounded preoccupied, his words half a step behind his thoughts.

He glanced up, tossed the pad to the desk. "Next time, knock." His attention snapped back from wherever it had been; a faint crease in his brow, he took in the change in attire. "Where are you headed?"