A delusional woman, trying to entrap him — this was sounding less like a story and more like the sort of thing that Kieran expected rich men complained about at the club. He was carefully controlling his expression, so that he looked politely interested rather than medium-annoyed.

There had to be something to this, though — Juliana did not send him on pointless errands.

"So tell me the truth," Kieran requested, "The story, as you see it."