Although she was tired from lack of sleep, she was excited about her lover and could think of little else. Except that she had not told Zachary about seeing Clinton or the gray-mustached gentleman in London. Truth be told, she didn’t want to leave. She was terrified of walking out those doors and never again seeing Rory. Edward cleared his throat, folding his hands together. “A guest has joined Lord and Lady Graston for dinner, so please be especially vigilant and see to her every need.” A sense of forboding washed over Shannon as she entered the dining room. A beautiful redhead with exotic light brown eyes sat directly across from Rory. This must be Lady Kinkade, the widow Lady Rochester had spoke of. The woman intended for Rory. The lady looked up when Shannon approached, and her brows furrowed, no doubt because Shannon had made eye contact. Having lived in a household that employed servants, she was well aware of the rule to remain invisible. And never, unless directly spoken to, look your betters in the eye.
