This is her moment and she has grabbed it. That’s ‘Zoe’ Edgar has used in his passion and no other name.

“It’s 10:35,” she tells him the time, finally. The man is on his feet and out the room faster than she can say it again.

She grins to herself, turning over in the bed. All hers, she’s got him right where she wants him. Metaphorically speaking, since he’s just left.