“You have to remember this was 1964.”
“Still…” She shook her head and sighed. “I’m sorry Quinton is alone again, although I suppose it isn’t surprising.”
“Given who his parents are?”
“Don’t be silly. Remember, I knew you when you were a girl. And I saw the way Nigel would look at you.”
“Oh dear. Father wouldn’t have been pleased.”
“He was a grumpy old man.” Having stayed at Shadow Brook a few times when he was there, she would know his temperament. “Let’s talk of something else.” She reached for her handbag and withdrew a small gift. “For Quinton’s birthday.”
“Thank you! We’re having a dinner for him tonight, and I’ll give it to him then. Would you care to join us?”
“It’s kind of you to invite me—”
I took a flower from the small vase at the center of the table and threw it at her. “Don’t be an idiot!”
She smiled. “Seriously, thank you. However, Chance and I are meeting a financial planner. He wants to start a catering business.”