Celeste stood at the upstairs window, phone in her hand, The maid knocked lightly. “Miss, there’s a gentleman at the gate.”

Celeste didn’t need the name. “Let him in,” she said. “Only to the sitting room.”

“Celeste,” he said.

“Marcus.”

“I asked for five minutes,” he said. “You said yes.”

“I said yes once,” she said. “Use them now.”

“I came to ...