“Geneva says it’s time for dinner and we’d better get in the dining room before we ruin it,” Suellen announced happily, and she had them marching toward the dining room door all six at once. No one argued with Geneva—or in this case, Suellen.
They were halfway through the soup—which was a lusciously creamy Lobster Bisque—when Logan swaggered through the dining room door.
“Anna,” he caught the maid on his way, “Will you set another place?”
“You have a guest?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Yes, I do. She’s been traveling all day and is very hungry, let’s set a place.”
Anna scooted to the kitchen.
“A woman?” Veronica’s eyes lit with interest, and she immediately stared at Suellen wondering if there would be some reaction there.
“Yes,” Logan confirmed.
“So, where is she?” his
