Chapter 47

Chapter 47:

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Margaret answered with a bright smile. “You always eat so plain, Mr. Brooks. I thought something different might do you good.”

Cathryn wasn’t picky; she ate whatever was served.

Margaret uncorked the bottle with a little flourish. “This came all the way from my hometown. A friend brought it in—it’s hard to get.”

Cathryn smiled politely. “Then I’ll give it a proper try.”

Margaret poured generously into Cathryn’s glass, then into Andrew’s. After that, she vanished, leaving them alone with the meal and the tension.