Father Most Blessed. Marta Perry

blue blood who always stood slightly apart from the crowd.

      Alex’s cup clattered onto the tray, and he swung toward her. “Now, about the day’s schedule—” His tone was businesslike, and her image of a little-boy Alex vanished.

      “You’ll need to see to Jason and the meals, of course. I won’t be home for lunch, but I expect him to have a balanced meal. I’m sure Maida’s talked to you about all that, hasn’t she?”