Chapter 73

• Claire's pov
• The scent of roasted rosemary chicken filled the dining room as I toyed with my fork. Nathan sat across from me, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, but his mind clearly elsewhere. For once, he wasn't trying to fill the silence with sarcastic jabs or strategic comments. It was just the quiet clink of silverware… until the butler appeared at the doorway.
• “Excuse me,” he said, bowing slightly. “This just arrived for you, ma’am. From Miss Margeaux.”