Tom Stockwell was a nice enough guy, as boyfriends went. The 35-year-old heir to one of the oldest family fortunes in California was polite, with a self-deprecating sense of humor. Or he would be if he was actually funny.
“And the note said, ‘'Son, buy yourself a train and stop embarrassing us.’”'“ Tom chuckled.
Everyone laughed politely. Ines could see Piper give an almost unnoticeable wince, but she smiled up at him.
He and Piper have been dating for the past four months. He’d barely spoken five words to Ines, but she knew he was hardly the type to be friendly with the staff. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing more than the help. Which was fine, as he must have been the most boring human being she’d ever met.
They were in the Thurston room, which featured paintings by local
