Chapter Three
When she opened the door, the nephew held out a plate of toffee. “Sugar and water. Nothing else.”
“No thanks.” Besides the fact she wasn’t much into sweet food, she didn’t know him enough to trust how careful he was with food preparation. What if the toffee was contaminated by one of the things she was allergic to? She liked being able to breathe too much to risk it for a couple of toffees.
“Your family was happy to accept the toffee.”
She took the plate of toffee in an effort to keep him quiet on the subject. “Thanks.” They’d probably done the same thing. Taken the plate in an effort to get him to leave them alone.
He inclined his head before hurrying away. She watched until he was out of sight before closing the door and setting the sweets on the bedside cabinet next t
