Chapter Seven
Stacey didn’t see Charlie for the rest of the day. She spent most of the day in the garden and once she got bored of that, read a book in one of the sitting rooms in the manor. No one bothered her. She didn’t hear anything.
By the time dinner rolled around, her anger had cooled off and had turned into just regular irritation. Peter came to fetch her for the meal. Stacey trailed after him. When she got there, Eric was already there. He was on his phone, typing furiously. Charlie and Terry weren’t there yet.
She was about to sit down next to Charlie’s seat but not before yanking the place setting that had been set for her three seats down to where he was. Eric glanced up.
“Where were you all day?” he asked.
“One of the thousand sitting rooms this place has.”
His phone chi
