Hartford House was having visitors that day so he was wearing a velvet waistcoat with matching breeches. His shoes gleamed so brightly they shone. Keegan's eyes grew wide."Now you look like a prince," he said.Warren chucked him under the chin and laughed. "I'm a colonial gentleman. I left England to get away from royalty, so to refer to me as a prince is a grave insult my friend.""We're friends?" It seemed to be all that Keegan had heard."Well of course we are!""You live on a farm.""I do." Warren looked over at Lucy. "And I'll take you and your mother there tomorrow should she agree."Lucy walked over. "I would accuse you of unfairly putting me on the spot had I already decided not to go," she said.Warren stood and bowed with a flourish. "You honor me, madam," he said."And you honor us," she replied. "It will be nice to get away.""Yes, but for now we have work."The statement brought her crashing back to reality. Warren was planning to fire Missy. And Lucy was determined not to let that happen.
