Chapter 7
Lauren
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AS EXPECTED, MARK’S driver met me at the airport and dropped me off at his condo.
“Hi, Doris,” I said, when the housekeeper opened the door.
As usual, the woman greeted me with a warm smile and kind eyes. She was a plump woman in her fifties, with short gray hair and wire-rimmed eyeglasses.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Macey. How was your flight?”
I yawned. “Fine, thank you. I’m a little tired, as you can tell.”
“Jetlag will do that. And what about the wedding?”
“It was nice,” I said, as she stepped aside to let me in.
“I’m glad to hear. Mr. Leopold will be here around six.”
“I heard. What’s that wonderful smell?” I asked, as we stepped into the living room.
“There’s a roast in the oven,” she said, nodding toward the kitchen. “I hope you brought your
