Chapter Five
At 7.28 a.m. the next morning she rapped on the side door of Davenport Manor, and almost fell through it when it was pulled open suddenly. Righting herself, she glared up at Ethan, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Good morning, Alice,” he said brightly—far too brightly for this time of the morning, Alice thought—and moved his huge frame to one side so she could enter the building.
“Morning,” she grumbled, before marching past him and heading for the staff room. She’d been in such a rush to leave for work that she’d gulped down a bowl of cereal and a glass of apple juice before dashing around to get washed and dressed. Now she was regretting it. The last thing she wanted to do was face Jeremy and Ethan in her still rather sleepy state. She’d indulge in some alone tim
