THIRTY-FIVE
DINNER WAS AN INTERESTING mix of Daire saying nothing and everyone else telling stories, enjoying reconnecting.
Tess didn’t say much either. Not just because eavesdropping was her foremost intelligence gathering method, but because it paid to be wary. Relaxing could mean getting too close to people who could screw her over.
There was plenty to eat. Too much. At least that’s how it looked at the start of the meal. By the end, every plate was clean and there wasn’t much left.
They didn’t linger at the table. As soon as Harry said it was time to clean up, the men got up to do just that.
“The master is yours,” Garrick said to Harry. “It’s upstairs and has a separate living area with kitchen facilities and the largest balcony in the house. Also plenty of closet space, two bathr
