CHAPTER THREE
Lucy’s hand hovered over the mansion’s doorbell. She fought the urge to press the button a third time. She didn’t want to annoy Mr. and Mrs. James. Yes, she wanted to get this fool’s errand over with, but appearing too eager or worse, rude, wouldn’t help her find a coach for Connor’s team.
“Come on,” she muttered. “Open the door.”
The constant high-pitch yapping of a dog suggested the doorbell worked. But that didn’t explain why no one had answered. Maybe the house was so big reaching the front door took time. Lucy gripped the container of cookies with both hands.
The dog continued barking.
Maybe no one was home. She rose up on her tiptoes and peeked through the four-inch strip of small leaded-glass squares on the ornate wood door.
Lights shone inside.
Someone had to b
