“It’s fine.” Deirdre immediately rejected Charlene’s offer. “You will only need to tell me what else I can do to seek your forgiveness, Miss McKinney.”

Charlene looked at the servant holding a bowl of stew mixed with horseradish, mustard, and chili and smiled in satisfaction.

“You don’t need to do anything else, but I’ll forgive you if you can finish the bowl of stew in Greenlee’s hands.”

A look of astonishment flashed past Deirdre’s eyes. “That’s all?”

“Yes, that’s all.”

Deirdre could sme