Cecily ignored her little flutter of apprehension. “Well, thank goodness we are far from the city. We have no such worries here.”

“Not that far. After all, most of our guests have traveled here from London.”

Cecily managed a nervous laugh. “Well, I’m sure we won’t be offering hospitality to a serial killer.”

“I sincerely hope not.” Baxter moved closer and reached for the white bow tie lying on the dresser. “I don’t know why you insist we join the guests for the welcome banquet. All those introductions, small talk, and hand shaking-not to mention that fussy little photographer getting in everyone’s way. By the time we’re done with it the food will have grown cold.”

Cecily rose from her seat to assist her husband with his tie. “Hush, dear. You know quite well that we always personally greet our guests at the welcome banquet and that you always enjoy conversing with the ladies. As for the photographer, just think of the memories we’ll have to look back on when we are too old to manage the country club anymore.”

Baxter grunted again and dropped a light kiss on his wife’s forehead. “If you say so, my dear.”

“You’ll enjoy meeting Sir Walter and Lady Hayesbury. He’s a baronet and such a charming man. He was most understanding when I explained about the roof.”

“The roof?”

“Yes, dear. Ellie, the new maid, noticed the bed in room four was quite damp. When Mrs. Chubb went up to inspect it she saw the roof had been leaking. She summoned the roofers, and they arrived this afternoon. I had to explain to Sir Walter that there might be some noise while the repairs are going on, and he was most accommodating. A very engaging man.”

“Hmmph. Not too engaging, I hope.”

Cecily smiled. “Never fear, my dear one. No one will ever take your place in my heart.”

“I’m happy to hear it.” He peered in the mirror to inspect her handiwork. “Who else do I have to worry might steal my wife’s affections?”