"Simon! Quinn!" Noelle exclaimed. "Will you please tell us what happened?"

The two men exchanged a brief glance and then Quinn rose, somewhat unsteadily, and propped his arm across Noelle's slim shoulders. "We had good whiskey, bad brandy, and interesting conversation. Now, help me upstairs."

When they reached the doorway, he turned back toward Simon. "After we've had some breakfast, let's see if we can make it to the yard. I've got a problem I'd like your opinion on."

Constance and Noelle found each other's eyes. They would have to wait until later to discover exactly what had taken place in this room last night, but whatever it was, it had been good. Noelle smiled up at Amanda's portrait and clasped her arm more tightly about her husband's waist.

He brushed the top of her hair with his lips and then looked at his father. "Simon?"

"Hmmm?"

"Let's take Christopher with us."

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