Chapter 16

“I know, Mrs. O’Connor, otherwise I wouldn’t have brought Miss St. Claire here. She just needs to board here temporarily. I know you have a room on the third floor that’s empty.”

“Yes, well—”

“She won’t be here for long.” And neither would he and George.

“Well, just so you know, I won’t have any shenanigans going on in my house. I’m a God-fearing woman…and a light sleeper.”

Tom swallowed a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

She swatted his arm. “Get washed up. Dinner’s been waiting and it’s getting cold.”

“I just need to put up Outlaw. It won’t take me long.” He saw Mrs. O’Connor eyeing the young woman’s bruised cheek. “She…uh…walked into a door.”

George popped out of the parlor. “You’re home, Papa.”

“Yes, I am. I want you to meet Miss St. Claire.”

George smiled at her and held out his hand. “How do you do, Miss St. Claire.”

“I’m pleased to meet you…er…”

“George. My name is George.” His son seemed entranced, and Tom bit his lip to keep from laughing.