de and t

rested her head against the cool glass, feeling as if she were shedding a skin. The silence in t

ew home. A new life. The

r. "Mrs. Carlisle, I thought you should know-Mr. Sterling had a w

, opening her eyes. "T

amusement flickered across Benson's features. "The mast

tates. A Ferrari. She wasn't sure

the way," Benson added, his tone offhand

ler in the mirror. "H

he already suspected. Mr. Sterling described you as, and I quote, 'a bit of

hinking of the slap, the stunned

ne mansion spread across the landscape, its windows catching the

ow murmur, then said to Stella, "The master

magnificent stone mansion, surrounded by acres of lawns that rolled dow

ed to Mr

rust," the butler explained smoothly. "Mr. Carlisle reta

stepped into another world. She followed Mr. Benson through the

ll mahogany doors, pushed

. Carlisl