“Naughty girl, Tillie,” I tsked while sitting at the breakfast table in the sunroom.
“Me?” she set my grits down in front of me along with a steaming cup of coffee, and I peered into her dark, smiling eyes.
“Sending that poor girl to my room while knowing I was still be in bed...” I shook my head.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about.” Mrs. Hummel turned with a huff, and I met Adam’s gaze across the table. One of his brows rose as the revolving door into the kitchen closed behind his housekeeper.
“Lissa,” I explained to him. “The new girl.”
“Oh?” Lilly asked from his right. Adam’s wife had played matchmaker for Jordan and Natalie—and I expected given the chance, she’d do the same for me.
“She sent Lissa to clean your room,” Lily murmured when I didn’t expound.
Adam chuckled. “Mrs. H
