“Well, I’m happy to hear that,” Gordon proclaimed.
Relievedwas more like it. Did he have such low expectations of my boarders, or did his relief have something to do with the intruder?
Henrik made a cutthroat motion. I rolled my eyes. Only a vampire would hint at ending a call in the same way you’d hint at ending a life.
Still, I decided he was right.
“Well, thanks for checking in,” I said, faking a yawn. “It’s a bit late here, so…”
“Sorry to disturb you, sweetheart. You take care.”
“You too. We’ll talk soon,” I assured him. “And thanks again. For everything.”
I owed him so much. More than I could ever repay.
“It’s my pleasure, sweetheart,” Gordon said, sounding more like the man I knew.
“Good night,” I said.
“Good night,” he echoed.
I clicked off the phone and looked around.
“Well?” I finally demanded.
“Well, what?” Bene asked innocently.
I gave him a look, then shifted my gaze to Roux. “What was that all about?”
He looked at the floor in the manner of a man composing a full report. I glanced at the clock, then twirled my hand impatiently.
“The short version, please.”
“Short version…” He rubbed his jaw.
“How much do you trust Gordon?” Bene filled in for him.
“Too much,” Henrik grumbled, filling in forme.
“Says the night crawler,” I muttered back.
Bene laughed. “Good one.”
Henrik did not look pleased, but I was too annoyed to care.
“I trust Gordon with…everything,” I said, just as Marius reappeared with a cookie tin in his hands.
“Maybe that’s why Gordon chose you,” he said, munching thoughtfully.
“Oh! Are those macarons?” Bene grabbed for one.
I laughed. “And here I’d been thinking comfort food was a girl thing.”
Marius scowled. “Food for thought.”
Ha. I bet.
I grabbed one the same color as his and made a mental note. Raspberry flavor. Marius’s favorite?
