Otto led Yvonne to the back garden, passed a fake hill, and headed to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The lake was frozen and had dead lilies under the ice. It was quite a sight.

Yvonne shivered in the cold breeze. She rubbed her palms together. "Mr. Carrington, is this the only way we can talk? While freezing our asses off?"

"Hmm. There's no one here." Otto suppressed the urge to take off his jacket for her.

He turned to look at her. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Where