Page 103 of Mr. Devereaux


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He chuckles. “You like it that much?”

I nod. “Yep. And Dover and Daisy are divine.”

“We can ride them tomorrow.”

My eyes bug wide. “We can?”

“Of course. Have you ridden before?”

“Not for years,” I admit. “I suppose you’re good at that too?”

He looks over into the fire. “I played polo professionally for a time.”

I snort. “You did?”

“It was years ago, when I was going through rebellion with my parents and didn't know what I wanted to do, or if I’d take over the family business.”

“What changed your mind?”

“I realised I liked polo as a hobby. Doing it for a job kinda took the fun out of it.”

“I can see that.” I glance around the space. “When did you buy this place?”

“A while back. I had it completely remodelled, but kept some of the old features.”

“I love them, the stone, the beams, the floors.”

He smiles. “I’m glad you approve.”

I glance from my cup of cocoa to him. “Alistair, is something wrong?”

His eyes meet mine. “Why would there be something wrong?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. You’ve seemed a little off since we arrived.” Well, even before we arrived, but I don’t tell him that.

“I’m fine. I told you, there was a lot going on at work this week.”

“So? You’re not at the office now, Mr. Devereaux.”

“I have some work to do.”

I laugh, but it dies off when I realise he’s serious. “You have to be joking?”

“The world doesn’t stop just because we came here for the weekend.”

“I’m going to burn that laptop if you dare even open it.”

His lips twitch. “Is that so?”

“Yes. It is so. I was going to run us a bath and then give you a foot rub, but now I have to go out into the cold and perform a ritual sacrifice all in the name of keeping Alistair Devereaux away from the office.”

“A foot rub?”

“Has no one ever given you a foot rub?”

“No.”

I shake my head. “Good God, Mr. Devereaux. I really don’t know how you’ve come this far in life without such pleasantries.”

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