A less-desperate woman would go home without making an already-bad day worse, but knowing Trent had dinner plans with Gage gave her a narrow window of opportunity to talk to her mother before he arrived home.The door opened and Fritz the butler stood framed in the entryway. “Good evening, miss.”“Hi, Fritz.”“Madame is waiting for you in the salon.” He turned and led the way like a butler cliché from an old movie, British accent, black suit, stiff posture and all.Lauren craned her neck, once again awed and a little intimidated by the soaring foyer with its priceless art collection and grand staircase. Her heels tapped on the marble tiles and the sound echoed off the walls, making her want to tiptoe. Honestly, the place was like a museum or a governor’s mansion or something. How could anyone be comfortable here?Fritz stepped aside and gestured to the open door with its fancy wood trim. “May I bring you anything? Wine? Coffee? Perhaps a light snack?”“No, but thank you.”
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