Chapter 52. Liam's DoubtFenna's slate sat on the stable bench between them, covered in small, careful chalk. "Tuesday," Fenna said. "Garden at dawn. Madam's room at nine, near the tea tray. Linen room after lunch. Old wing, twice, before supper.""Near the tea tr BBay," Liam said. "Yes, sir. Standing right by it. Miss Rowena said to watch for that especially." Liam looked at the slate.Tuesday at nine he'd been in the stable yard with the farrier, arguing about a cracked hoof. Callie had come out of the kitchen with a basket of scraps for the dogs and walked straight past them. He'd watched her go. He'd watched her for a full minute and hated himself for it.She'd been in the yard at nine. Not in Madam's room. "You're sure about nine?"Fenna's chalk stopped. "Near enough, sir.""Near enough to what?""It was by nine, or after. It's hard, with the bells."Liam picked the slate up and read further.Thursday. Gone with Della. Not back with cart. Back after da
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