Ferdinand gently patted the little girl's head, his voice warm. "You're welcome."

Then he turned to Briony. "Could we talk for a moment?"

Before Briony could answer, James slid over with a grin.

"Come on, Mr. Ellsworth, that's not fair. We're all friends here--what could you possibly have to say to Bryn that we can't hear?"

Ferdinand's gaze settled on James. "Sorry. It's a private matter."

James glanced at Briony for confirmation.

She pressed her lips together, letting out a quiet sigh. Looking at James, she said, "Why don't you take Little Nina upstairs? Crystal should be home soon, ask her to help Nina with a bath."

The mood had clearly shifted.

James looked annoyed but knew better than to push at a time like this. He scooped up Little Nina and headed inside.

Clarke, Briony, and Ferdinand remained

landed on

mid-movement as he was pouring

was obvious he was

leave you to your conversation-I should get back to my wife

to the garden pavilion and sat down at the tea table, looking

over and took the seat

whistling softly,

Ferdinand straight in the eye,

longer trusted him—and he knew it was his own deliberate secrecy that

had reached a point where he had no

meeting is the day

said, his tone grave.

remained cool. "Ferdinand, we've known

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