f chaos began

ton crew, turning their stuffy cocktail hour into a rowdy beer-fuel

BRINGS THE BAR T

ch with a society columnist who w

formal fundraiser, making sure to spill a gl

of my life. I was bein

eanor Prescott, a summons to her

sent a blac

re she was waiting for me in the garden,

iderable, Mackenzie," s

people what they

But it is unrefined.

d. This wasn't goin

llar bill, "that you will spend the summer here. At the estate.

" I laughed, but th

s. Dubois. She will be your constant companion. You will

on sentence.

r?" I asked,

e said, dismissing me with a wave of her hand

own plan had backf

veranda overlooking the dark ocean. Dinner was a tray of artfull

rving and

eard a soft tapping

s Ste

ing a greas

hispered, a genuin

d a six-pack of beer. I had never