Page 13 of Camila's Dom
“Thank you,” Camila said.
“Of course, Miss Camila,” they both said together.
Drake reached for her hand as the girls returned with large plates of prime rib, garlic mashed potatoes, and asparagus.
Drake kissed her knuckles before releasing her to eat her meal.She glanced at her sisters when she heard them whispering.
“Isn’t this beef wonderful?My husband raises prime beef.”Camila said, making them both stop and look at her.
They took a bite and nodded.The group ate in silence for several minutes.She saw that the women’s plates were still half full but didn’t say anything.She didn’t care how much they ate.
The maids were back and picked up their dinner plates.Camila wiped her mouth with her napkin as the girls returned with small bowls of sherbet.
One of the maids stopped and turned to Drake.“Sir, a Mr.Sanders called and wanted you to call him back when you have time.”
“Thank you, Paula.”
Drake looked at Camila.“After dinner, we’ll call back.”
Camila nodded and picked up her spoon.
The sweet treat always helped her digestion for some reason.
When she was done, Drake stood and reached for her hand.“I need to talk to you in the office, love.”
Camila nodded and stood.
Drake wrapped an arm around her waist and turned to the other two.“You can spend some time in the garden or in the family room, but I don’t want you roaming around.”
Penelope smirked.“What, do you think we’re going to steal from you?”
“You already have,” Drake said with deadly intent.
Camila was surprised.She didn’t know what he was talking about, and she hadn’t had a chance to tell him about her clothing.
Drake led her out of the room and down the hall to the office.
She was anxious to see what the lawyer found in the papers and tell Drake about her sisters in their room.God, the sooner they left, the better.
