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“Yeah. I was gonna suggest we show it to her today. We could all use a little fun.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me toward the door. “Let’s find the others, then.”
Wren and Rhett are still in the living room pouring over the blueprints. As we enter, Wren rubs at her eyes like she’s having trouble focusing.
“Where . . .” She blinks a few times before squinting at the papers spread out on the coffee table. “Where do I need to avoid again?”
“Preferably, this area of the second floor.” Rhett points to a spot that’s a decent distance from the bedrooms and the billiard room. “Ludo’s office is over here, and there’s no reason to be in that area. It would look pretty odd, even if he has no reason to be suspicious.”
“Got it,” she says tiredly.
“Here.” Rhett grabs a red pen and draws an X over Ludo’s office. Then he takes a green one and circles the bedroom and the billiard room.
“Can I have that?” she asks, and once he’s handed it to her, she rolls her shoulders back. “So the reception takes place here.” She circles the ballroom on the first floor’s sheet before drawing a line to the stairs. “And these are the stairs I’m taking.” Grabbing the red pen, she draws an X over another set of stairs that are much closer to Ludo’s office. “And I’m staying away from these.”
“Correct,” Rhett says. He scooches closer to her on the couch and starts rubbing her back as she continues drawing.
“And once I’m up the stairs, I follow the main hallway to the bedrooms,” Wren mumbles, drawing a green line before circling Aubrey’s room. “Makeup bag is in here, and then I head down this little hallway and sneak into the billiard room here.” She draws another green circle. “And I really don’t want to get caught in that part of the house.”
“Correct,” Rhett says. “There’s no reason for you to go past the bedrooms and down that hallway. You can always claim that you got lost, but there’s a slim chance they won’t believe you.”
“What if . . .” Wren traces a finger down the rest of the billiard room’s hallway. It takes her even closer to Ludo’s office. “Hmm. I definitely want to stay away from there.”
“Definitely.”
“But as long as I’m quick,” Wren says as she moves her finger back to the bedrooms, “I won’t be visible in a suspicious part of the house for long. A minute or two tops.”
“That’s how it looks.”
With a shaky breath, Wren nods. “I can do that. I can make it work. And if I get caught, it’s no big deal. Probably.”
“I have faith in you.” Squeezing her waist, Rhett plants a kiss on her temple. She leans into him with a sigh and closes her eyes.
“Who wants to take a break?” I say. “Princess, we have something we want to show you.”
“Oh?” She glances between the three of us with a worried expression. “What is it?”
“Something nice.” Rhett strokes a hand over her hair before he stands. “C’mon.”
We lead Wren upstairs, and a giddy smile takes over my face. I’m tempted to blindfold her, but she’s familiar enough with the mansion that she’d know exactly where we’re headed.
“Are you three about to seduce me?” she asks as we pass my bedroom.
“No,” Elliot says. “It’s not that type of surprise. Well, most of it isn’t.”
“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” Rhett tells her when we reach his room. Once she does, he pushes open the door across from his and pulls her inside.
Elliot and I follow them, and I do a quick check to make sure everything is in place. It looks perfect, and I hope she thinks the same.
Placing his hand on the small of her back, Elliot whispers, “Go ahead and open them.”
I hold my breath. Wren’s expression goes from confused to delighted in a split second. She seems speechless as her gaze roams over the lilac walls, the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and the reading nook in the corner. There’s a large mirror leaning against the wall opposite her bed, which is covered in a white and gray striped comforter.
She turns to us, and happy tears glisten in her eyes. “You guys . . . I . . . this is forme?”
“If there’s anything you don’t like, we can redo it,” I tell her.
Wren shakes her head as a smile takes over her face. “It’s perfect. It’smorethan perfect.” She moves toward her nightstand, where a dark blue business card stands out against the white surface. “Avani Goswami, tattoo artist. What’s this for?”
