Chapter 8
“You’ll be happy to know, Quincy, that after only one week, my staff has now increased by two maids-in-training, one tweeny, and a stable lad,” Sinclair said as he strode into the library, a smile twisting his lips at the irony of him, the lord of the manor, conveying a status report to his secretary. He started for the sofa as usual, but instead settled in a chair pulled close to her drop-leaf desk.
Quincy closed the ledger, giving him her full attention. “I will add them to the payroll immediately.”
He’d chosen the chair over the sofa so they didn’t have to shout, he told himself, not so he could catch a whiff of her lemon scent as she moved, or be close enough to see those expressive eyes behind her newly repaired spectacles. Her look of open approval and admiration made hi
