“What are you doing?” Solomon asked as Abigail closed the door. He looked at her curiously, as if he caught her doing something she shouldn’t be doing.
“I thought you were gone for the day,” she said. She lightly touched his arm and walked toward the stairs, hoping he would follow. She couldn’t let him find Ian, or any hint that he had been there. It would be too difficult to explain—drawings for the chest in hand or not.
He turned to face her but didn’t follow. “Duncan changed our plans.”
“Are you coming?” she asked, pausing.
He looked at the closed door, as if a lingering question had to be answered.
“I have the sketch for my new chest. Mr. Blaine stopped by a little while ago.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were expecting him.”
“I wasn’t actually,” she said, still at the top of the stai
