The Betrothed (Cutter's Creek Book 7) by Vivi Holt & Cutter's Creek

Author:Vivi Holt & Cutter's Creek [Holt, Vivi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-08-08T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The blood from the slices of beef had dripped from the countertop. Charlotte wiped her forehead with the back of her gloved hand and sighed. It had been a hard day, but she was getting better at it and stronger as the weeks passed. Her back no longer ached, and she’d noticed her arms and legs looked more muscular when she dressed each morning.

She was thinking about Christmas and how different it had been this year. Just Harry, Charlotte, Ben and Camilla. They’d celebrated together over at Harry and Camilla’s, with a gift for each of them and a small meal of salt pork, fritters and biscuits with gravy. Nothing like what she usually had for Christmas dinner. Her mouth watered as she thought of the succulent roasted chickens, potatoes, rolls, pies and pastries that would have adorned the dining table at Beaufort Manor.

She smiled at Camilla, who was mopping on the other side of the counter. It was their job to clean up in this room after the day’s work. They did it every evening after the rest of the workers had gone home for the day – one of the disadvantages of being the newest and least experienced of the staff members at Montebello’s.

“Let’s stop by the market on the way home – I’m completely out of food,” said Camilla, pushing the mop across the floor in a short sweeping motion before dragging it into the bucket to rinse.

“That is a good idea – I need to buy a few things myself. I’ll cook tonight – what should we have for supper?” asked Charlotte, wiping the counter top with a thick cloth.

“Anything but beef,” Camilla grimaced make a heaving sound.

Charlotte laughed. “How about boiled eggs with toast soldiers?”

“That sounds delicious.”

A sound at the door startled the two women and they both looked up to see Max Kemper stride into the room on his way through to the office. He glanced up in surprise. “Good evening, ladies. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone still here at this hour.” He stopped and mopped his shiny forehead with a handkerchief before shoving it back into his pants pocket.

“Sorry, Mr. Kemper. We’ll be out of here in just a few minutes. Almost finished,” said Camilla with a good-natured smile.

He nodded and hurried toward the office. “Oh, have you seen Harry?” he asked, standing in the office doorway.

“No, I haven’t seen him since we arrived this morning, sir. Shall I tell him you’re looking for him?” Camilla’s face flushed red.

“Yes, please do.” He shoved the door shut behind him.

Charlotte’s eyes caught Camilla’s, her eyebrows raised in question. “What does he want with Harry, do you think?”

“Heaven knows. Although it couldn’t be for anything good. Harry was awfully quiet this morning, don’t you think?” Camilla leaned on the mop handle, lost in thought.

“He was quite sullen. I hope nothing’s wrong.”

“Well, we’ll find out soon enough, I’d imagine.”

“I really wish Mr. Kemper hadn’t arrived when he did. Mrs. Campone asked me to put her ledger away in the office before I leave, and now he’s gone and shut the door.

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