"I'm Clary," the housekeeper's voice interrupted her daydreaming and she was glad for it.
No use going down that road anymore. Her mom was dead now and the money was gone. The end. Lacey would figure it out. She had no other choice. She turned her attention to the kind-looking woman.
"I've been keeping house for the Devlin family for a long time. Know these boys better than they know themselves, so if you have any problems you let me know and it'll be burnt toast and runny eggs for a month!"
"Oh come on, Clary, you know we'd never mistreat a guest!" Taylor, the youngest Devlin, walked in with a familiar looking woman on his arm.
"Oh hush you! Good morning, Krissy. How do you put up with this mate of yours anyway?"
"Morning Clary! And he has his uses," the woman beamed at him. Lacey n
