He looked like he drank vinegar for breakfast, and she wasn’t sure how to get on his good side. Or if he even had a good side.She didn’t want to move her weather station, for the government was exacting in their requirements for site selection. The stations needed to be high off the ground, with no neighboring buildings or natural impediments to interfere with wind readings. The roof of Dierenpark was perfect, and the fact that she loved this old estate made it a natural choice.A wide section on the roof had been created as a widow’s walk with a fine view of the river. There was a time when ships laden with furs and timber left from the Vandermark pier to transport their goods to the mighty trading ports of Rotterdam, London, and the West Indies—but that was long ago. The Vandermarks had moved their shipping empire to Manhattan, and now the pier was only a shadow of its former glory.She was surprised when the butler joined her on the roof, but he seemed to be a kind man, despite his imposing appearance.“Is Mr.
