Chapter EightLenore breezed into the kitchen like a queen come to view her subjects. She showed no surprise at her father’s guests or that they were eating in the kitchen despite the careful setting out in the dining room. Meghan had to give her marks for poise.
She’d met Lenore at only one or two of the big parties, never paid much attention, or been this close. Her riding outfit was clearly custom-made. Above the tall, black leather boots, the form-fitting slacks revealed the slenderness of her hips on their way to a narrow waist. If not for that waist, she’d be hipless she was so slight. The black riding jacket made her appear full breasted at first, but the open front revealed the matching silk blouse and just how little there was to this woman.
She was the antithesis of her father,
