Kate Willow’s POv
I looked at my watch for the third time in the last five minutes and mumbled glumly, “For all the damn money I pay her, you’d think she’d have the common courtesy to be on time!”
It was fast approaching eight-thirty in the evening, and I was, to say the least, a little put off. For the past three years, I have had a standing Thursday at seven o’clock appointment for a shave and bath. Every six months or so, the service would send in a new girl, or as I liked to call her, “a bather.” My first and last requirement was that she be no older than nineteen, and preferably eighteen and a half or younger. This last girl was absolutely beautiful and wonderful at her job, but to say the least, punctuality was definitely not her long suite!
I was growing more exasperated by the
