Chapter 11

Interesting… “No, I can definitely vouch for that,” he said dryly; the primly correct Caroline Anderson was absolutely nothing like his mother.

“Are you like her?” Caroline’s curiosity had obviously got the better of her.

Nicholas’ mouth tightened. “In coloring, yes. But I don’t have her tolerance for the weakness of human nature. Or her belief in the ultimate good to be found in others,” Nicholas added. “My father is a lot like her. Probably why they got along so much,”

The frown deepened between Caroline’s eyes. “I think your dad is a nice, kind man. I found him an easy man to work for and get along with during the week I knew him…”

“Yeah. I know that…He has always been that way. After my mother died, he shut down for a while… Then he had all the photographs of her removed and put away,” he explained grimly, a nerve pulsing in his tightly clenched jaw.

Caroline’s face softened in sympathy. “Perhaps it was just too painful for him to see reminders of y