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“This is always what you wanted. Well,” she qualified as she looked around the foyer. “Maybe more than you imagined—or I did. That staircase!”
She wandered forward, stopped. “These rooms. A piano.”
“One of two. Why don’t we go up, see if you like the room I chose for you. I’ll give you a quick tour—a full one would take too long. No, I’ve got your bag.”
“Thanks, baby. You told me it felt like yours.” They crossed to the staircase, started up. “Now I can see it. But there’s so much of it. What are you doing with all this room?”
“I have my spots.” She gestured toward the library. “Such as.”
“Oh, well, wow. How do you ever leave this? It’s like something out of a movie. And look at Xena thriving.”
Turning a circle, Winter studied Sonya’s mood boards. “Doing good, interesting work while you’re at it.”
“I think so, and I’ll fill you in on all that.” And everything else, Sonya thought.
“Collin Poole must have loved this house to preserve and maintain it so well. I’ve been a little worried about that part with you. Now I’ll worry a lot less. Everything just shines, baby. You must’ve found a hell of a cleaning service.”
She decided on: “It’s kind of miraculous. We’ll talk about that, too. We’re in the north wing.”
“Listen to you.” On a laugh, Winter elbowed her daughter. “North wing.”
With Yoda prancing between them, Sonya led her mother toward the bedrooms.
“I’m at the end of the hall.”
“You know I have to look. And it’s just lovely. Oh, seriously lovely. Lady of the manor. Do you watch the sunrise from your terrace doors?”
“I do. I gave you a different view—but you’ve got your pick. You’re a park walker.”
“I suppose I am.”
“So I put you down the hall, and on this side, facing west. It’s quieter, too. I think.”
She opened a door. “Let’s see if it works for you.”
“Oh! This is beautiful! Like my own suite in the world’s classiest B and B. Look at the wallpaper. It’s so sweet. And my own little fireplace. I’m going to feel like a rock star sleeping in that bed.”
Winter brushed her fingers over the tulips. “Thank you, sweetheart, for knowing me so well. I’ll love looking out at the woods.”
“If you want to unpack, I can help. Or, after working most of the day, and driving from Boston, we can have a glass of wine.”
“See? You know your mom. Let’s have some wine.”
On the way down, she showed Winter Cleo’s room, then the secret door.
“Is it safe?” Frowning, Winter peered down the steps. “Do you go in there?”
“It’s the most direct way to the gym—down—and the attic—up. I’m trying to use the gym three or four mornings a week. I’ll show you around in that part tomorrow if you want.”
“Maybe. Did you hear that? I thought I heard bells.”
Sonya echoed Trey’s words from her first day. “You’ll have this.” She shut the door.
“Music room,” she said as they continued.
“Is that a hurdy-gurdy? I’ve never seen one outside of a museum. The painting? She’s lovely.”
“Johanna, Collin’s wife. He painted it.”
