The housekeeper greeted us, giving Harry a warm smile. “I am happy to feed you whenever you like, Kyria, but Miss Patricia is here with a friend, and she says she must see you urgently.”
“Oh?” Harry frowned and dumped her purse on a console table next to the front door. “I wonder what she wants. You might as well come and meet the bane of the Papaioannou brothers, Thyra. Oooh, can I lay your title on her? She’ll hate that I’m chummy with a princess who she doesn’t know.”
I giggled while I followed her into the living room, very interested to see this Patricia who had set Dmitri up with an old friend.
Two women were standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, each of them holding a glass of wine, laughing about something as they turned and saw us.
“Harry, darling,” drawled a petite blond
