By the time Claire reached her home, she was furious. Jamie had arrived early to take over the preparation of Mark’s dinner. The kitchen manager, Rex, had spoken with her and given her specific instructions that she was not to prepare anything that was explicitly for Mark, Jimmy’s bratty niece, or that annoying redhead she now hated so much she did not want to say or hear her name.
Claire pulled in and parked beside the gray pick-up truck that had become a permanent fixture in the last few days. Tara eased her car into the driveway and parked behind Claire. She got out and hurriedly gathered the bags of food from the lodge. Claire had kept her word about providing dinner. She had made extra of several things and even claimed to have made extremely uncharacteristic mistakes, so the food co
