Chapter Eleven
Alice knocked softly on the door to Jeremy’s private drawing room.
“Come in.”
She entered, then closed the door carefully behind her. Confusion hit as she glanced around the room to find Ethan wasn’t there. It was also odd that Jeremy had asked her to come here in the first place—if his request was work-related, it would usually take place in his office. Or, less often, in hers or Ethan’s. And if his summoning was task-related, then where was Ethan?
He scribbled something onto the piece of paper he’d been reading—probably his illegible signature—then looked up from his desk. “I guess you’re wondering why I asked you here?”
No s**t, Sherlock. “Yes, I am.”
“Well, I suspect you’ve worked out it’s not for a challenge. But it is related. Please, sit.” He indicated the chais
