Angel of Hever Castle, The (9 page)

“Only for now.
  It will be something else entirely in the spring.”

“Do you think she knows that?”

“I suspect she understands that there is… potential.”

Trevor sighed again and the two turned toward the house.  “Sandwiches for luncheon, you say?
  Pacing and waiting and cigars too, I should imagine, and if you’ll recall, I tried to warn everyone about that ridiculous tree. At the risk of sounding like Fleanders, do you think that we shall ever manage to have a normal day in this household?”

Rayley laughed and stomped his boots free of ice before stepping into the house. 
“Merry Christmas, Trevor.”