Chapter 14
The rest of the afternoon passed quietly at the inn. Guests read, napped, chatted, and visited the bathing hole. Cassie sulked in the library. She wasn't talking to me, and I was too restless to socialize with the others. I tried to read on a bench beside a charming fountain but found myself staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes. All I could think of was employing Kendall's lockpicks on the hidden door of the cellar, and I couldn't attempt that until everyone had retired for the night.
I toured the grounds. Insects hummed in the sun-drenched fields. The air was humid and devoid of any breeze. More like our Chicago weather than a lakeside retreat, but Meyer had assured us such warm spells were short-lived.
After a time, I strolled along the rose garden paths and cam
