True Story (The Deverells, Book One) - Plot & Excerpts
"Had to see for myself, didn't I?" "Mrs. Blewett, I suppose." "You know how she is. Couldn't wait to tell me about the extraordinary new woman in your life." "Extraordinary?" "Well, odd and funny were the words Mrs. B used. When I saw you with the lady in question I was obliged to reinterpret her description." True knotted the belt of his robe, snatched up a towel and briskly rubbed his wet hair. "Mrs. Monday is not a new woman in my life." "She looks like a woman. Smells like one too." "She's a secretary. It's perfectly innocent." Storm spun Mrs. Monday's bonnet around by the frayed ribbons, his bemused gaze assessing the debris from last night's supper. "Of course it is. No one can possibly think otherwise. At least the lady had her clothes on." "She twisted her ankle." "No need to explain. These things happen." True swiped at his son with the towel to move him aside and walked around his desk. "Glad as I am that you accepted my invitation, it was for dinner, not breakfast." "Thought I'd come and spend more time with my father, didn't I?
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