At the end of the evening, when her coach rolled up to the front door of Sheldrake’s house, Jon jumped down as usual to open the door for her. She frowned at him but he merely bowed and handed her in.
“We will discuss this later,” she said, obviously uncomfortable.
When they reached her house, he was there to open the door and hand her down.
“Thank you,” she said, unlike when she had arrived at Sheldrake’s party. “I would like to see you in my study as soon as the horses are settled.”
“Certainly ma’am.” He bowed, but she thought she caught a twinkle in his eyes.
Half an hour later, he presented himself at the study and knocked discreetly on the door.
“Enter.”
He did so, closed the door behind him and stood waiting, hands behind his back, as Electra rose from behind her enormous maho
