Cam led Tad into her sitting room. She took her billfold and keys out of her pocket and dropped it onto the table by her briefcase. Tad walked over to an overstuffed chair and made himself comfortable. When Cam saw him, she frowned.
“Okay,” she said, “if you’re going to be Laura Stuard’s consort, you’d better treat me better than that,” she told him.
“What?” Tad didn’t have a clue what he’d just done.
Cam laughed. “I guess it’s good that we have this time to practice. First, Laura would expect only the best manners and to be treated with the utmost respect. Have you ever seen those old movies where men open doors for women and help her with her coat, or push her chair further toward the table when she sits down to eat?”
“Oh, sure. I remember seeing those.” Tad smiled. “Dad does that to
