Her Master and Commander

“I am sorry if you think my actions excessive, although the way you were looking at your plate, I didn’t think you would have heard a word.”

Morning arrived. Tristan made it to the library at a quarter to eight. Reeves was already there, arranging covered salvers that brightened a newly installed table.

Tristan looked at the table. The sparkle of silver mingled with the sheen from delicate china. It was quite different from the pewter service he usually used. “What the hell is this?”

Her MASTER And COMMANDER