Chapter 69

"Welcome back! Mr Haswell. Mrs Haswell." Beaming, my Master's PA, Francis, rises from the seat behind her desk, already moving for the coffee machine. "I do hope your honeymoon was everything you hoped for?"

"It was, Francis, yes," says my Master. "And thank you for the wedding gift." He gives her a lopsided smile. "I never suspected we would need personalised His and Hers socks until Elizabeth unwrapped the parcel."

Her lips twitch. "What else do I give to the couple that has everything? Including now, the partner each so richly deserves." My inner glow at her words reflects in her warm smile.

Crinkly-eyed, my Master jerks a thumb toward his office door. "Is there much waiting for me?"

Francis pulls a face. "I filtered out as much as I could, and I've put anything that looks like a late-coming congratulations card in a separate pile on your desk. The main items for your immediate attention are a short letter from Alexander Thornton asking for clarification on some details with the Pen