James’s heart gave a little start. It was not what he had expected to hear.
“Truly? She was talking to Gillian?”
The doctor eyed him for a moment, perhaps noting that he’d called Gillian by her first name, then answered. “Yes, she spoke about your father and how they met. Always a charming story.” Dr. Wilkes’s eyes were soft, and it made James proud that he’d found one of the few physicians in London who didn’t let science alone rule his head. It was the reason James had hired him. He needed a man who had a heart to care for his mother.
“And Gillian, how is she? I didn’t get to see her before she left this morning.”
“She seems fine. That woman has a strong, sturdy skull, thank heavens.”
As he and Dr. Wilkes entered into the dining room, James collected a plate and helped himself to ki
