“The linen napkins were ordered six weeks back.”

“Cancel them,” Judith said, turning toward the arched hallway.

“My son deserves a home that reflects his executive position.”

She went out toward the foyer without waiting for me to say anything else.

At five in the afternoon, the sky over the terrace patio turned a dark slate gray.

I stood by the glass terrace doors and watched a silver sedan pull into the side courtyard.

Brooke got out of the passenger side with Cole’s private leather ledger bag tucked under her right arm.