House of Midnight Fantasies. Kristi GoldЧитать онлайн книгу.
by and give us an estimate on repairs. But he’s busy until next week.”
Ella thankfully smiled. “You definitely accomplished quite a bit today.”
“I also went by the courthouse,” Selene added. “The woman told me it would take several days for her to locate any plans, and that’s if they actually have any. Do you think I might find some here?”
Ella shrugged. “I’m sure Adrien probably has a set, but you’ll have to ask him.”
Not something Selene wanted to do, at least not tonight. “Is there some kind of attic where I might find old documents, maybe original abstracts?”
Ella picked up both hers and Selene’s plates, then stood. “Yes, there’s an attic. You’ll find the door at the end of the hallway past Adrien’s office. Feel free to explore it.” The look Ella sent her said, “If you dare.”
“Think I’ll check it out in the next few days.” In the daylight, Selene decided, because she definitely didn’t want to traipse around in a dusty attic in the dark, in case she should come across the stuff scary legends were made of, including an idiot. That thought almost made her laugh. Almost.
Selene pushed back from the table and stood. “Let me do the dishes.”
Ella waved a hand in dismissal. “I’ll do them, dear.”
“I insist,” Selene said as she began to gather the serving bowls. “I could use something to do while I think.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, we don’t have a dishwasher.”
Selene had noticed, and that would be the first appliance on the purchase list. “I have no problem using my own two hands.”
Ella sent her a cynical smile. “Have you ever washed dishes before, dear?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.” Much to her mother’s horror.
“Then I’ll gratefully take you up on your offer. I need to speak with Adrien before I retire, anyway.”
Most likely reporting to him about the new employee, Selene decided. But that didn’t really matter. So far, she had done nothing wrong other than bring up the name Chloe. And although she’d decided to steer clear of that topic for now, she suspected Ella knew much more than she was willing to reveal. A mystery that might never be solved, unless Selene made a conscious—or subconscious—effort to solve it.
No. She wouldn’t invade someone’s mind to gain information. She’d done that before, only to suffer for it. If she discovered anything at all, it would have to come from someone verbally volunteering the information, not by her intruding into an unsuspecting mind. She highly doubted Adrien Morrell would serve as that volunteer, even though she instinctively knew he held the key. But then again, she might not want to know.
* * *
Adrien didn’t bother to look up from the newspaper, even when Ella slid the covered plate and utensils in front of him. “If it’s cold, don’t blame me. You should come to dinner like a normal person.”
He sent a disinterested glance at the food before finally bringing his attention to Ella. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
Ella remained in the same spot, obviously in the mood for a little chat. “Don’t you want to know what our new houseguest has been doing?”
He knew exactly what she’d been doing—keeping him in sexual high gear, and she didn’t even realize it. Yet. He went back to the paper, hoping Ella might take the hint and leave. “I’ve told you, I’m not interested in her plans.” But he was definitely interested in her.
“She’s been asking about the house’s history,” Ella continued despite his comment. “I thought you might like to help her out with that.”
Adrien only wanted to help her out with one thing, and it had nothing to do with the past. He was much more interested in the immediate future. After folding the paper in precise creases, he set it aside. “What do you suggest?”
“First, she needs a set of blueprints,” she said.
He opened a drawer, withdrew a cardboard tube and offered it to her. “Here.”
Ella waved his offer of the plans. “You give them to her. It wouldn’t kill you to be nice to her.”
If Ella only knew how badly he wanted to be nice to Selene, she’d probably rescind the suggestion. “I’ll think about it. But right now, I have some work to do. Anything else that needs my attention?”
“Yes, shâ. Your manners.”
She spun around and headed out the door before Adrien could even offer a parting good-night. He wasn’t expecting to have a good night. He’d rarely had one for almost two years now. Sleep had been as elusive as peace over the past months, and last night had been no exception. It hadn’t helped that he’d encountered a woman who had shattered all his expectations. A woman who’d started a slow burn that had begun to heat up at a rapid pace.
Maybe Selene would like to spend a little time with him tonight. If she wanted to explore some history, he could accommodate her. He would willingly take her on a different kind of exploration, if she gave him some kind of sign she welcomed his attention. He had no cause to think she might, at least not now.
But he wouldn’t let that deter him. He would have never gotten anywhere in business if he’d avoided challenges. Now he had to convince Selene Winston she had nothing to fear from him, as long as she never learned the truth.
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