Chapter Two
Henry is easily rocked to sleep by the engine. He enjoys traveling, even with me. Trains, boats, carriages, even walking gives him a thrill. New places, new people. He'll be a great mind one day. I'm betting on something scientific, with the way he studies plants and animals. But he notices people too. He reads them just like his fairy tale book- easily and in depth. Perhaps he'll do something with psychology.
"Ms. Mills, are you decent?" That doesn't sound like Greta.
I go to the front door, shutting Henry's bedroom door quietly. I pull on my robe as I go, even though the voice isn't masculine. "My son's asleep, so please be-," I stop. That stupid, arrogant, troublesome blonde. "Fast."
She tries to smile, but she knows it won't help. "That's exactly who I came to talk about."
