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She lets out a whoosh of air.
“Although a sound-proofed bedroom doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
Her brows jump. “For them or you?”
“Them. Mine was remodeled years ago.”
She instantly becomes interested in looking at anything but my face. What I’d pay to hear a second of her thoughts.
Millions. Maybe evenbillions.
“So…” She rocks back on her boots as she assesses her belongings. “How exactly do we go about this situation?”
Right. Stick to the plan.
I grunt as I grab a heavy box off the top of one pile. “What are you carrying in here?”
She peeks at the handwriting on the side of the box. “My high heels.”
“They’ll look great inside of the fireplace.”
She jumps up and tries to swipe her precious cargo out of my hands. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Destroying her shoe collection would be worth her anger. They’ve been on my shit list ever since Iris found a loophole in her employment contract regarding workwear. Instead of following the office dress code of neutrals only, she tests my patience with neck-breaking heels and accessories the color of the rainbow.
At least she lives up to her name.
“You should know better than to underestimate me after all this time.”
She puts a hand on her hip. “Declan Lancelot Kane. I swear if one single shoe goes missing, I will—”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap.
She grins. “Would you prefer for me to use the more formal Sir Lancelot?”
“What I prefer is your silence.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re no fun.”
“This isn’t supposed to be fun.” Yet it certainly doesn’t feel like work.
Exactly why all this is a bad idea.
It’s easy to fall into a comfortable rhythm with Iris. Almosttooeasy.
“I swear, you’re going to die of a heart attack one day from all this pent-up angst. It’s not good for your blood pressure.”
I ignore her as I walk toward the staircase. “I’ll show you to our room.”
“Ourroom?” She trips over her boots.
“I can’t have the housekeeper speaking out against the legitimacy of our agreement.”
“Right. Of course.” She nods with a doe-eyed expression so unlike her usual quick rebuttals.
She’s nervous.I give her my back, concealing my small smile as I lead Iris up the grand staircase toward my bedroom. She helps me with the door, and it opens to reveal my favorite space in the whole house. The light blue walls and white furniture stand out against the dark wood floors.
“Wow. It’s a lot brighter than I expected.”
