“And make sure the side drive is clear.”

The head housekeeper was holding a heavy silver dish of roast potatoes.

“The dinner guests will start arriving in fifteen minutes, Mrs.

Caldwell.”

“Easter dinner is canceled,” Victoria said, rapping her fingernails sharply on her crystal glass so it rang.

“Go out through the garage and lock the gate behind you.”

Ethan came into the high-arched foyer from the back study and took a moment to straighten his tailored shirt cuffs until the gold links sat just right against his wrists.

He had his phone at his ear in his left hand, and as the call connected his face dropped its annoyance and melted straight into smooth, theatrical panic.