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He presses his lips together, but I can see him fighting a grin. “You know we have a winter storm warning now, right?”
I shake my head and frown in confusion. “No.”
“Well, it just came through. So don’t wait too long,” he says.
I nod. “Thanks. I won’t,” I assure him.
“See you Monday, Mrs. Potter,” Bastian adds with a wave as he opens the door to leave. A brisk wind blows in, and I shiver as he shuts it.
“Come along now. Can I get you some coffee or tea while you wait, dear?” Mrs. Potter asks as I begin following her down a long corridor into a room that seems quaint in comparison to the entryway, yet is still far more opulent than any room I’ve ever been inside.
“Oh, uh sure. Tea, please,” I say as I sit at a small table in the corner of the room.
I hear yelling coming from somewhere and Mrs. Potter glances toward the door and then back at me. She gives me a sad smile. “He’s…not in the best of spirits today. Just so you know.”
Great, I think, just great. I nod as she leaves me to wait. Felipe lies down next to me with his head on his paws. I pull my phone out and realize I have like one bar. I try to open an app but I don’t have enough service. Groaning, I chuck the phone back into my purse.
I’ve barely begun looking around the room when Mrs. Potter is back with tea. Like a full-on silver tray with cream and sugar and a pot of tea. I’m almost afraid to drink from the fine china which probably costs more than my car. She even brought a small bowl of water for Felipe and sets it down in front of him. He starts slurping it up immediately.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Of course. Do you need anything else? I’m about to pop out to my cottage before the trail gets too slippery. But I’ve messaged Mr. Wellington. I’m sure he’ll be here shortly.”
“Oh, you live out here?” I ask.
She nods. “My husband, Thomas, and I live at the edge of the property in the caretaker’s cottage. Makes for an easy two-mile walk every day,” she explains.
My eyes widen. “Two miles?”
“Well, nearly two miles. Keeps us fit,” she says with a smile. “Can I get you anything while you wait?”
I shake my head.
“The kitchen is just down the hallway, fifth door on the left if you need anything at all, help yourself, dear,” she says.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Of course. It’s my pleasure. It’s just so nice to have someone visit,” she adds as she nods and leaves me before I have a chance to ask when the last visitor was.
“Well, I guess it’s just you and me, kid,” I say as I look at Felipe. He pants and licks my hand.
I take a sip of tea and am about to look around when out of nowhere, two giant rottweilers come barreling into the room. They start barking and Felipe starts barking and then all three of them take off, running out of the room into the corridor before I can grab Felipe’s leash. Damn it!
I set down my teacup and begin running after them, down one corridor and then another, and suddenly Felipe presses his head into a wooden door, and it opens. I can hear a voice on the other side. Oh no! I hustle to the doorway where all three dogs are wrestling in the middle of what looks to be a very expensive rug in front of a very large mahogany desk. My eyes look to the man sitting behind it. He looks…ferocious? Is that possible? He’s sporting a beard. His hair is a mess as if he’s been yanking on it. And his very piercing blue eyes are gazing upon me as if I’m an intruder here to rob him.
“I’ll have to call you back,” he grunts as he disconnects a call on his desk phone.
“Who the hell are you?” he yells, “And what the hell is that?” he adds, motioning to Felipe.
FUCK! It’s Adam Wellington. This is not the introduction I was hoping for.
CHAPTERTHREE
Adam
“Ames! Isaac! Heel!” I yell. My dogs freeze and immediately take sitting positions in front of me. I’m already irritated. Fucking James Titan is going down. If he even thinks he can wage a hostile takeover of my company, he has another thing coming. I was about to deliver that message to him when a horse-sized dog came running into my office followed by my two rottweilers. They were immediately followed by a woman who I don’t know.
I look back to the woman whose mouth is hanging open. She closes it and opens it again like a fish.
