Chapter 41

Nothing. A handkerchief, a sugar cube, a few pennies.

She was about to step away, since there was nothing of interest, when she closed her fingers on a slip of paper. She withdrew it from the pocket and unfolded it.

As she read what was on the paper, her lips tightened, and she could feel her temper begin to flare. It was a receipt for a month’s rent on a cottage in Chelsea. She stood there for a long minute, anger rising in her.

The sound of a door closing on the third floor jolted her out of her furious thoughts. She returned the paper to the pocket she’d found it in and hurried back into the dining room.

But instead of turning his back on Olivia St. Claire, he’d defended her