Proserpina

Melissa Lord told me she had arrived just that morning. She had been put up in the bedroom on the ground floor that faced the orchard and I checked to make sure that she was comfortable. As she glanced over my shoulder nervously, I saw that Danielle had appeared beside me.

“Okay, Flo Nightingale,' she said drily, puffing away at a cigar, a real one this time, ’take a rest. You just flew in from Europe. And ‘ her eyes slid knowingly, slyly, to my neck as she went on,

‘Looks like the Boss and you have been getting to know each other all over again, bae.’ she added...