An Excerpt

Sierra at Dinner

They retreated to the dining room, which was the size of a small ballroom. Sierra immediately noticed the table’s immaculate white linens, and the place settings took her breath away. The general sat at one end of the table, and Moselle sat at the other end. Jackson sat to the general’s right. “Sierra, you sit here on my left,” the general instructed. “I want to get to know you better.” “I’d be delighted,” she replied. Barnard entered the room and began filling the water goblets. “Barnard, would you possibly have bottled water in that well-stocked kitchen of yours?” Sierra asked. “I most certainly do, miss,” he said, proud that he could offer anything she could possibly ask for. “Our house water is well-filtered,” Jackson