It was on that thought that she fell asleep and then awoke, Naomi had no idea how much time later, to the unsettling feeling she generally had during her first couple of days in a new home.
There was an eerie silence.
Soon she would wake knowing where she was and recognising the shadows on the walls, Naomi told herself as she lay there, but for now it was all unfamiliar.
One feeling she did recognise, though, was the fact that she was starving.
Usually she would have emergency supplies for nights such as this, but there was nothing in her luggage, and anyway a snack wasn’t going to fix this hunger.
Naomi pulled on her robe and drew back the drapes, then understood the odd silence for there was a blanket of snow outside and it was still falling heavily.
Even though the house was warm, the sight made her shiver and she did up the ties on her robe.
It was coming up for midnight and, Naomi decided, there was just one thing she wanted more than anything in the world on her first night in New York.
Pizza.
A big pepperoni pizza, but she wondered if they’d deliver.
No problem!
Naomi ordered online and just fifteen minutes later tracked her pizza working its way along Fifth Avenue!
She padded down the stairs and was just about to sort the alarm when she startled as the front doors opened. A dark-coated man walked through them, bringing with him a blast of cold air and, to Naomi, the warmest of glows.
Perhaps he floated through them, Naomi thought, for he was almost too beautiful to be mortal.
He wasmore.
It was the only word she could come up with as she stood in the grand entrance, yet it was an apt one.
He was a smidge taller than Ethan and his jet-black hair was worn a touch longer, and was currently flecked with snow. And he was more sullen in appearance than his brother had been, with almost accusing black eyes narrowing as they met hers.
And he was, to Naomi, a whole lot sexier.
Yes, he wasmore.
He made her heart quicken and she was suddenly terribly aware of her night attire and tangle of hair, because he was just so groomed and glossy and more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen.
‘I thought not,’ Naomi said by way of greeting.
And Abe frowned because not only did he have no idea what she meant, he also had no idea who this voluptuous dark-haired beauty, dressed in her nightwear, was.
Then she walked past him and he watched as she took delivery of a large pizza box and now he better understood her odd greeting.
No, Abe Devereux was definitely not the pizza delivery man!
CHAPTER TWO
‘I’MNAOMI,’SHEoffered by way of introduction as she closed the front door. ‘Merida’s friend and the baby’s nanny.’
‘Abe,’ he said, but didn’t elaborate. It was his father’s home after all and he was also in no mood to engage in small talk.
But she persisted.
‘Have you seen her?’ Naomi asked. ‘The baby.’
‘Yes.’