Chapter Seven
“Eh, Warwick, I think I may have found something,” Martin started.
For the past five minutes, Warwick had been sitting and staring at the same line in the report he was supposed to be reading.
“Do you think it went all right?” he asked, voicing what had been going through his mind. Oh, not that the meeting between Margaret and Miss Rowan had been at the top of his mind. No, oddly it had been Miss Rowan herself. Her beautiful, expressive eyes. Her lovely full lips. Her…
“Warwick!” Martin said sharply. “I’ve found something that I think you should take a look at.”
“I’m sure I’ll hear about it—I won’t be going out to my club this evening, by the way, you might want to tell the chef.”
Martin sighed heavily. “I don’t know how this could have happened, honestly, Warwick. I’v
