Chapter Fifty-Seven
“Your housekeeper’s okay with Kyla, Mister Silver?” Marcie sat in one of the leather wing chairs in front of the plate-glass window. She crossed her jean-clad legs and felt overdressed in the bulky blue sweater in this warm, dark-paneled study.
“Oh, she’s fine. What a little angel you have. Nellie loves kids, and she’ll enjoy spoiling your baby.”
Marcie accepted the coffee Lance Silver poured for her. “Thank you.”
Lance Silver was a handsome, distinguished man wearing dark blue jeans, cowboy boots and a tailored white shirt. In his late fifties, average height and still in good physical shape, he could’ve almost passed for a man in his thirties. He sat across from her in the other wing-back chair and set his coffee on the marble end table.
“It was such a surprise t
