Chapter Fourteen
Gorgeous Tyrant
In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Roman morphed into the no-nonsense persona portrayed by her business outfit. “Let’s all turn in,” she said. “We have a busy schedule tomorrow.” As an afterthought, she faced Honey and added, “If that’s all right with you.”
We all knew Mrs. Roman would get her way, even if Honey objected. “Sure,” Honey yielded. Her expression mixed reluctant surrender with grudging admiration of Mrs. Roman’s absolute dominance.
“Martin, you sleep upstairs,” Mrs. Roman said, as if quartering troops. “Out of harm’s way to protect your legal mind. Take my luggage to the other first-floor bedroom.” Martin obeyed.
“You’re the lucky one,” Mrs. Roman smiled to Honey. “You get to stay in your own bedroom. Gunner, you and Francis can take shifts stan
