Quincy nodded and sat across from him at the table, buttoning her cuffs with trembling fingers. “My grandmother fell down the stairs. That’s why Mel came to fetch me.”
Sinclair quickly covered Quincy’s hands with one of his own. “She survived?”
“Yes, thank heaven. I don’t know how we’d go on without her.” Quincy stared at their enjoined hands. Sinclair gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze before reluctantly pulling free. “She sustained a few bruises and broke her right ankle. She’s sleeping now, after being awake most of the night. If you give me a few moments to wash and change clothes, I can be ready to—”
“You must have a low opinion of me indeed if you think I expect you to work today.” Sinclair winced as Sir Ambrose dug in his claws for purchase and rearranged himself into a more c
