“I trust the drive to Shadow Brook was uneventful,” Ludo murmured.
“Just the usual holiday traffic,” I assured him, grateful for the change of subject.
“Ah. Brilliant.”
Tony nodded toward the sideboard where the buffet was set up. “Care for something?”
Cheese platters were flanked by a cornucopia of apples, grapes, and pears. A variety of dipping sauces were beside the platters bearing crudités, while condiment dishes of soy sauce, duck sauce, and hot mustard surrounded trays of miniature egg rolls. At either end were fondue pots, one of cheese and the other of chocolate.
“This all looks—”
“Delicious, Quinn?” Mark grinned at me, recalling that was the word I kept repeating at dinner.
My uncles looked first startled and then interested, and I pretended I didn’t see.
“Hmm. Perhaps yo
