Max turned to her. “Just be charming, all right? I know it will be a stretch, but think of the sauna and the McMuffin as your reward.”

“Sauna?” Sinéad raised her eyebrows.

“We’re going to hit the sauna in my hotel after the party,” Max said.

“And dare I ask about the McMuffin? Is that a euphemism for something?”

“Oh my god, no,” Dani said. “He means it literally. I took him to McDonald’s this morning for the first time, and now he’s obsessed.”

“Have you tried the sausage one?” Sinéad asked. “Mmm.”

“There’s a sausage one?” Max asked.

“You guys,” Dani said, “I appreciate the support, but I don’t think we need a strategy for this party. It’s—”

“The man who’s arriving now is a senior professor in the department.” Sinéad said to Max. She lifted a hand and called, “Gordon! Dani and I are talking about your seminal article on Ulysses. Did you know she assigned it in class this term?”

Dani huffed a defeated-sounding sigh. “Hmm, I wonder if I assigned a reading on James Joyce in my women writers course or my American lit course?”

“Chin up,” Max said. “Be good, and soon it will be McMuffin time.” He wagged his eyebrows to try to make her laugh. She rolled her eyes but failed to suppress a smile.

“All right.” He cracked his knuckles. “Here we go.”

“Oh my god, I’m tired,” Dani said as she lowered herself onto a bench in the piping-hot sauna at the Four Seasons. It wasn’t particularly sauna weather, but it was still a relief to surrender to the gloriously dry heat after what had turned out to be an exhausting, if productive, party.

She hadn’t even questioned how Max had made this happen. She’d just followed the hotel employee who had let them into the spa that had closed hours ago and then into the women’s locker room. It turned out that the steam rooms and sauna Max was so devoted to were inside single-gender locker rooms, and, she was pretty sure, normally only available if you booked an oxygen facial or some other treatment that would set you back a month’s rent. Dani had gone into a closed stall to change into her bathing suit, listening to the woman have a murmured conversation with Max about how to let her know when they were done so she could lock up.

“She thinks we’re getting it on in here, doesn’t she?” Dani asked when Max, changed into his swim trunks, appeared in the sauna a minute later.

“I try not to concern myself with what other people think,” he said as he unpacked their McMuffins and a bottle of Veuve from a bag he’d brought in with him.

“You are too much.”

He popped the cork on the champagne. “Does that mean you don’t want any of this?”