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“I thought he was a driver from a service. The two of you acted like you’d never met before!” Jackson looked around with his mouth pinched. “Did you expect he’d throw his arms around me and give me a big hug?” “But there wasn’t even a ‘nice to see you.’ There wasn’t even a hint he recognized you at all.” Jackson jabbed both hands through his hair and said roughly, “Rayford was the only one who ever liked me.” Oh boy. Minefield. I had a bad feeling the entire weekend would be filled with them. I quickly changed the subject. “So where’s the lineup of servants?” Jackson sent me a strange look. “Just kidding. But . . .” I gazed around the empty room. “Um. Shouldn’t there be someone here to meet us?” At that moment, a sharp bark echoed off the walls. I turned to my left and froze in horr
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