Margot POV
It was late when I returned to the Vanderbilt House.
For once, Rhett was home before I got back.
Under normal circumstances, I would have asked how his day had gone.
Tonight, I was too exhausted to do anything except drag myself inside.
Rhett was sitting at the dining table, eating a late-night meal.
I had a strict daily calorie target. Even when I needed something before bed, I usually kept it light.
But the amount of food in front of him was enough for a full dinner.
I glanced at the plates.
So this was probably another sign that his rut was getting close.
“Working late again?” Rhett asked.
Then he looked up.
“Are you hungry? Come, eat something.”
“I’m not hungry.”
I sat beside him instead.
“How can you eat this much this late?”
“I’m hungry.”
He set his fork d
