“Hello.” Annika smiled at him.
“Annika, this is Bran Killian.”
“Brankillian, hello.”
“Happy to meet you, Annika.”
“I like happy.”
“Sure and who doesn’t? Best take her down—the kitchen, I guess, as this may call for either wine or coffee. I’ll get the others.”
“I like wine,” she said as Sawyer led her down the terrace toward his open doors. “Will I have some?”
“Yeah, we’re loaded.”
“Oh, this is very pretty. All the pictures and the little things. And the bed. Is the bed soft?”
She dropped her bag and sat on the side of it, bounced, then flopped back, arms spread. “It is!”
She flung her arms back over her head, wiggled down. The gesture went straight to his loins. Down boy, he ordered.
“We should go on down.”
“Down?” She sat up, and for the first time looked distressed.
“Downstairs,” he explained. “So you can meet the others.”
“The others, yes.” She bounced off the bed, offered her hand.
He led her out, started down the stairs while she tried to look at everything at once.
“I had the same reaction when I first got here. It’s a hell of a place.”
“Hell of a place,” she repeated, her tone awed.
When they got to the kitchen, she released his hand, ran hers over the refrigerator. “It shines.” After tugging on the handle, she let out a long ahh.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes! It’s very cold inside.”
“Professional grade. We’ve got some pasta left over from dinner. It’s good stuff.” He pulled out the container. “Go ahead and sit down. I’ll heat it up.”
“Thank you very much.” She sat at the table, running her fingers over the top. “This is very pretty, too. Everything is.”
She watched him dump the pasta onto a plate, stick the plate in a microwave, punch buttons.
Before she could speak, the others came in, so she said, “Hello.”
“And then there were five,” Riley said. “Annika?”
“Yes! Hello.”
Riley reached in the wine fridge. “I guess this calls for a bottle. Riley. Riley Gwin. What’s the rest of yours?”
“The rest of mine?”
“Name. Your full name?” After a long beat of silence, Riley dug out the corkscrew. “As in first and last. Riley, first name, Gwin, last name. And we have Sasha.”