She taps my arm. “I wouldn’t dare.”
Julian and his father walk around the field to stand with us.
“Mother, would it be alright if you took the children back to your house this afternoon? I would like to have a meeting with Miss Brielle in private.”
Her eyes widen in excitement. “Yes, great idea. Take Brell out for lunch for a meeting.” She taps my arm. “And if you can talk her out of cancelling her date tonight, I can have the children so you can take her dancing.”
Why, that old snake…
Julian’s face falls. “You have a date tonight?” he asks, horrified.
“Yes.” I hesitate because I’m the worst liar in the world. “I do.”
“Who with?” he snaps.
“A doctor,” Frances replies as she squeezes my arm.
I frown at her. What are you doing, you senile, old woman?
“What doctor?”
His father smir
