Chapter 33
Deirdre sat on a particularly uncomfortable settee in a corner of Julius St. Claire’s study and observed the three men who were so busy glaring at each other—or in Josiah Goodrich’s case, cowering and hoping not to be noticed—they paid no heed to her.
God, men could be so boring.
“What do you mean they’re gone?” St. Claire thundered.
“When I went to the cottage earlier today, the family had packed up and moved out.” Goodrich tried to meet St. Claire’s cold blue-gray eyes but wasn’t too successful.
“You were supposed to collect the rent last Wednesday.”
“The boy was desperate. He swore up and down he’d have the rent money today.”
“The purpose wasn’t to give him time to come up with the money. You were a moron to give him that extra time.”
Goodrich turned scarlet, and Deir
