Six
By the time they finished installing cameras, Malcolm had to go see to something or other on the estate, which meant Charlotte was on her own, forbidden from doing more work on the cottages. At least, for now.
That whole situation irked her. She hated being told what to do. Especially by a grumpy, dictatorial man. But he’d asked her not to. Sort of. He’d actually said, “Please,” a word she hadn’t thought was in his vocabulary.
“He wants me safe. What does that even mean?”
Bubbles bounced into her lap. “Baaa!”
“I know! It’s confusing. He’s confusing. Is he just spouting general good sense and trying to avoid liability because he’s the estate manager? Or is it something else?”
“Baaaaaaaaa!” Buttercup insisted.
“Baaa baaaa!” Blossom argued, little tail wagging.
“I swear, it was ea
