Chapter 3
Madeline got home after dark. Ciaran’s car was still parked outside the house. Starving, she made a beeline to the kitchen.
Susan, the housekeeper, had put her dinner in the warming cabinet. She must have gone home. Madeline didn’t like to keep live-in staff. Everyone was entitled to a life with people they cared about. She was their work, not their life, and she intended to keep it that way.
Hearing a sound at the kitchen door, Madeline turned around.
“I thought you’d gone home, Susan.”
“You haven’t had dinner. Your guest had no lunch or dinner. I just feel as if this is one of those days when I couldn’t get anything done properly.”
She smiled at Susan.
“Don’t overthink it. Now that you've gone to all this trouble, could you set the dinner table? I’ll fetch Ciaran. I’ll m
