“What would I tell Mrs. Lane?”
“Leave her to me. Go spend time with your family.” When he hesitates, I stuff the check into his palm with a smile. “Go before she realizes you’re gone.” He understands what that means for him if she does.
“Thank you, Miss.” He clutches my hands in his and nods in gratitude.
My heart swells. It’s the least I can do. This man deserves a medal for putting up with Stella. “It’s quite all right, and please, my name is Peyton.”
With one final nod, he stuffs the check into his pocket and opens the door. However, he turns over his shoulder, once again scanning his surroundings before divulging, “Miss…Peyton. Someone is waiting for you. Upstairs.” My gaze immediately drifts upward, climbing the staircase with fear. “Mrs. Lane will surprise you before dinner. Be c
