Page 119 of Time with Mr. Silver


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He winks at me as he stands. “I’m not going to tell you all my secrets, Rose. Got to maintain my air of mystery.”

“Right.” I giggle as he heads out the door.

“Do you think I’d be even better-looking if I swept my hair to the other side?” His face pops back around the doorframe.

I snort with laughter. “You’re so vain. Go, please. I have work to do.”

He tips his head to the side. “Nah. I think it’s good. My left side is my best side.”

I’m still laughing as he walks down the hallway, whistling to himself. God help the woman he sets his sights on. She’s going to have her work cut out for her. But I know his heart’s in the right place. He’s loyal to Dax and Jasmin, and to the estate. And he always goes above and beyond for what’s needed from him.

I spin in my chair so I’m facing the final unsorted box head-on. That’s what I need to do. Dax offered me the job to come here to sort out the historical accounts, and to get everything up to speed. But the offices downstairs are on top of the day-to-day running of things now. And once I sort this final box, then everything will be complete. Neat and tidy, and I’ll have a bit of spare time.

I can do something nice for Dax. Like Logan said, he doesn’t know much about his grandparents. Maybe there are some boxes in the attic with more personal items in. They must have still held on to things because they had Dax’s mother’s mirror. It makes sense they would have more memories packed away somewhere. Ones Dax hasn’t had the time to sort through.

That’s what I’ll do. I’ll tackle this final box, and then I’ll see what I can find out about them. It’ll be a nice surprise for Dax and give him something else to think about. Because the way he’s seemed distant and distracted this past day or two has made my heart go out to him. He’s so used to doing things himself. This will be something I can do for him.

I walk over to the box and carry it back, placing it on top of my desk, then lift the lid to get to work.

“I’m sorry I’m such a shit cook.” I drop the burned pan into the sink in the cottage’s kitchen and turn to face Dax. His dark eyes gleam at me as he holds back a smirk.

“I like you for more than your cooking abilities.”

“Or lack of them.” I giggle as he walks over to me and grasps my hips, pulling my body against his.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my body relaxes, letting out a contented hum as his lips skate over my jaw and onto my neck, where he kisses me beneath my ear. I wanted to come back to the cottage tonight to get some things. I’ve been spending every night in Dax’s apartment in the main house, but it’s nice to be back in the cottage. It’s cute and homely. And it’s the place we first spent a night together. Even though it was only a few months ago, it seems like a lifetime.

So much has changed.

I’vechanged.

I smile as Dax brushes my hair away from my shoulder and kisses my skin, his lips only a couple of inches away from my tattoo. It’s all healed now, and it’s beautiful. I couldn’t love it more.

It’s a symbol of the future.

I tried to send Harley a photo of it, but I couldn’t get the angle right in the mirror. I need to ask Dax to take one for me. She sounded excited when I told her about it. Her, Brett, and Mom. We’ve all been speaking more since Dax and I visited. They haven’t mentioned Casey again, and I haven’t asked. But I’m sure Mom has been talking to her, hoping for a reconciliation. Mom never could hold a grudge for long. Just like Dad. They always said life is too short, you never know what time you have.

Maybe they’re right.

Sandbox to casket.

I should talk to her.

Just not yet.

“You all right, Sunbeam?”

Dax kisses my forehead.

Sunbeam.

I used to think he was being condescending calling me that.

Now I love it. I wish he said it more.

“Yeah, I’m good. Can we sleep here tonight?” I gaze up at him. We were going to go back to the main house after my disastrous attempt at risotto was eaten. But now, being here with him like this, has memories of that first night flooding back to me. I press my thighs together as he looks at me.

“Whatever makes you happy.”

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