The image of her looking completely flustered was an interesting one…
She had whispered his name in her sleep yet again…
Had she been dreaming of him? What exactly had she been dreaming about? Never in his life had a woman confused him as much as she was doing.
When he climbed down after her, he took the opportunity to glance around the place he was to stay in for a week.
The driveway was lined with dandelions, daffodils and primroses instead of the usual trims of flowers standard estates were used to.
The white and red roses were reserved for the gardens, neatly trimmed and pruned to give an aesthetic look that forced one to drink it in.
Given the fact that she liked taking walks, he wouldn't be surprised if she had worked on the garden herself at some point.
When he glanced at the entrance of the house, the same pointy-nose steward stood there, his hands clasped behind his back.
There had been a flicker of surprise across that stony face of his before it disappeared.
