CHAPTER THREE“Lalita,” Lord Heywood called as he walked into the hall.
“I am here.”
He heard her voice from the writing room and even as he moved towards the sound she came running through the door towards him.
“You are back,” she exclaimed unnecessarily. “What happened?”
Lalita knew even as she spoke that the answer would not be a pleasant one and Lord Heywood, without replying, walked past her and into the room she had just left.
The writing room, which was a rather prosaic name for the exquisitely designed salon that opened out of the huge library, was the room downstairs that he had decided to use.
There was such a large choice in the vast house that it had been a difficult decision until Lalita pointed out that he would need a desk and there was a very attractive one made two ce
