The photographer needs the family portrait before the caterers clear the tables.”

Clare did not jump.

She did not even turn her head toward the doorway.

She took another small bite of ice cream and kept her eyes on the tree line at the edge of the fairway.

“Did you hear me?” my father asked.

He tapped his gold signet ring against the glass panel of the open door, a single sharp click that echoed off the stone wall.

“I told you to get inside.”