Chapter Thirty-Six
“Dinner’s in an hour.” Emily Beale announced as they managed to close the heavy weathered-pine front door against the roaring night.
“I’ll help.” Alice felt disoriented as she looked about the house and needed something familiar to anchor her in place.
“Make that forty-five,” Beale called out then dropped her voice. “Let’s go see what we can rustle up.”
Daniel, back on his feet after sleeping like a baby throughout the flight, was making sure that their guests were guided toward their rooms. She left him to it.
The fact that he had never doubted her strategic assessment still floored her. That she’d actually been right, shocked her. That he’d slept with his ankles wrapped around hers for the whole flight on the Gulfstream jet had touched her heart and she’d rather n
