ELEVEN
EOGHAN
“This place is crazy.” She shot me a look. “It’s near the other family estates, isn’t it? We approached via a different route to surprise me?”
I nodded, answering both questions with that one gesture. “What do you think?”
She pouted. “I thought we were going to a hotel, not a real estate viewing.”
Shooting her a glance, I taunted, “I like to keep you on your toes.”
It was later that same day. I’d had some of our personal effects moved into our room in Elemental, so we’d showered and changed there before heading to upstate New York.
“What’s it for?” she queried, her bewilderment clear.
Snorting, I retorted, “To live in?”
“Thought you liked the city,” she stated as she peered behind one of the doors that led to an en-suite.
“I hate the city.” She cast me a sharp look. “That doesn’t mean it isn’t useful to be there, but this is close by. Plus, it’s near to the rest of the family.”
“Not Victoria,” she pointed out.
“No,” I concurred. “But I’m not suggesting we move out of the penthouse. Just that we use this place too.”
She hummed. “You bought it already, didn’t you?”
I arched a brow. “Your lack of trust hurts me.”
“Ha. Lack of trust, my butt.”
Eyes twinkling, I said wryly, “Sorry to disappoint, but no. I haven’t bought it.”
Her brows lifted. “Are you feeling sick or something?”
I laughed. “Not as far as I know.” Stepping over to me, she pressed a hand to my forehead which prompted me to roll my eyes. “I’m not sick, Nessa.”
“Just checking.” She stared up at me. “Do you think you’ll sleep better here?”
When she cupped my chin, I tilted my head into her hold. “Conor told me this place was on the market last week.
“At first, I wasn’t interested but he sent me the details. I’ve never wanted to live in the country, but it…”
“But it might help,” she tacked on.
I nodded.
“Conor seems to think it would.”
“Apparently,” I drawled. “It might not. I just… I wanted to run it by you first.”
She studied me, her eyes drifting over my face, searching for only God knew what. I didn’t know whether she found it but she murmured, “It’s worth a shot, wouldn’t you say?”
“Only if you want it.”
“I could imagine Bump running around the gardens here.”
“Me too.”