Chapter 10
Caiden was halfway through breakfast, prepared by Ms. Wilde, the cook, when Mrs. Newman, the housekeeper, came into the breakfast nook.
“Mr. Kingsley, you asked me to remind you that my husband and I will be going shopping this afternoon. Is there anything you’d like us to pick up for you?”
Caiden thought momentarily. “No thank you. Is Ms. Wilde going as well?”
“She did the grocery shopping yesterday,” Mrs. Newman replied.
“Ah. Right.” Caiden smiled ruefully. “I’m getting old. Short term memory loss.” He tapped his forehead.
“You? Never. If you think of anything, let me know.”
“I shall.” Caiden wondered if his mild joke was out of character for Kingsley, since the housekeeper had seemed slightly surprised. Keep it more formal, I guess.
When she left, he finished his brea
