Chapter Seventeen
It was Monday evening before she saw Thomas—which was an entirely deliberate move on her part. After the weekend she’d had, she had a lot to think about, and a lot to talk about with Thomas, which couldn’t possibly take place during the day—they both had work to do, not to mention James and Betty were buzzing about, going about their own daily business. So although they’d exchanged text messages, they’d agreed not to meet until after they’d both finished work, and the butler and housekeeper were safely tucked up in their own homes, well away from the estate.
It was with a not-inconsiderable amount of trepidation that she knocked on the door of Thomas’s cottage. A huge part of her was excited to see him, and spend time with him, but the rest of her dreaded the discussion
