“Thank you for seeing me.” Piper clasped her hands, hoping Gram Stewart wouldn’t try to take one and find out exactly how sweaty they were.
Suzanne stepped back from the front door Piper had been surprised she answered herself. In a place like this, she’d expected a butler or something.
“I have to admit I was surprised to hear from you. After all the hoopla of the wedding, I expected you and Myles to go to ground for a while and hide.”
So did I. Piper bit back the pain of what might have been. Now wasn’t the time to think about how different reality was from what she’d expected for their marriage.
She stepped inside, her heels echoing in the high-ceilinged foyer. “You and I have some business to discuss.”
“Oh? Well, you’d best come on back to the parlor.”
Parlor. Because Suzanne Stew
