“Then it’s a good thing I’m not here for the men.”
Miss Wood laughed. “Speaking of men, I understand your sister has caught herself a rich fish.” The woman raised a reddish-gold eyebrow.
Word traveled fast. But why did Miss Wood care what Tennie did? She was fishing for something. Best not to give away too many details. “She and Commodore Vanderbilt are quite companionable, yes.”
Miss Wood tapped my arm gently, her black lace shawl slipping off one shoulder of her low-cut crimson dress. “Honey, please, you can be honest with me. If I’m going to lose my best healer to a man, I should at least get to know if she’s a lightskirt.”
“You know my sister. She’s a flirt, but this one seems different.”
“Those are the truly dangerous ones,” Miss Wood huffed, leading me down a hallway tiled in li
