The phone rang in the dining room.
Nicholas picked up.
“Nicholas, I picked up a few great bottles of red at the auction. Free for dinner tonight? Last time was my bad. Give me a chance to make it up to you.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Perfect. I’ll book a private room. How about…”
“The Captain’s Club outside New York.”
Graham paused. They usually stuck to lively downtown venues or high-end private clubs. A secluded lodge in the suburbs was not their style.
But if Nicholas said so, that was that.
“Got it. I’ll call and reserve the biggest room.”
The next day.
After breakfast, Evelyn went upstairs into the walk-in closet.
A few days ago Liam had hired a private carpenter to renovate a guest room into a dressing room for her. One by one, brand representatives delivered new-season clothing and ac
