Moments later, a maid knocked at the door. She inquired whether they were in need of anything. Mara asked for drinks, which the maid assured her she would deliver shortly.
Nina sat quietly, taking her boots off. “This is luxurious.”
“How long do you expect to stay?”
“Maybe just the night. I’m surprised Dixon hasn’t met up with us yet. I don’t want to get too far ahead of him and I’m not altogether sure where to go from here.”
“What do you suppose happened?”
“I’ve no idea.”
Another rapping came at the door. Mara answered it.
“For our two newest guests,” the chambermaid said, “a treat on the house. Freshly squeezed lemonade on ice, sweetened with pure maple syrup, and sprinkled with just a touch of cayenne. I think you’ll find it very refreshing.”
The maid put the tray down. “Is there anything more I can do for you? Schedule a table for you for dinner, perhaps?”
“Yes. Let’s say . . . in an hour?”
“I’ll inform the kitchen staff. I’m confident you’ll be delighted with the meal this evening.”
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