“Face it, Quinn. Age and cunning will beat out youth and charm every time.”
I dropped my case again, set down the champagne, and wrapped my fingers in the lapel of his overcoat. “Mark—”
“Someone’s coming.”
Immediately, I released him and took a step back.
The door swung open, and a petite woman stood there. Olive Plum had been housekeeper at Shadow Brook for as long as I could remember. She and her husband Henry had worked for my grandparents, and stayed on after they passed away. “Mr. Quinton. It’s so good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too.” I stooped and kissed her cheek.
“Nicky called to let us know you were on your way. Come in, come in.”
“This is Mark Vincent. He’ll be staying with me. Mark, this is Olive Plum. Shadow Brook wouldn’t run as smoothly without her and her husb
