Fiona
I hadn't meant to run so late. Archie and I had gone for a quiet dinner after he finished a long day of meetings, and the hours had slipped away from me the way they always did when I was with him, easy conversation stretching a simple meal into something that lasted far longer than either of us intended. By the time I checked my phone and realized what time it was, my stomach dropped straight through the floor.
I was supposed to be at the mansion an hour ago, covering for a late evening shift Margaret had specifically asked me to take so the household would be fully staffed for a small dinner Archie was hosting the following night.
"I have to go," I said abruptly, already reaching for my coat.
Archie looked startled by the sudden shift, concern crossing his face. "Everything alr
