“Well, I’d like to see it first.” She laughed.
“Of course.” Matt motioned with his hand toward the front door. “Right this way.”
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“So, Mrs. Turner,” he said, a confident smile in his voice, “what are your thoughts so far?” They were standing in the all-white master bedroom on the second floor, having completed their tour of the main floor and finished basement.
“It’s beautiful,” Heather said.The bed certainly looks comfortable,she thought, picturing Matt and her rolling around on top of it.
“Well, like I said, the owners renovated a year ago, and spared no expense. New kitchen, new bathrooms, new furnace, new roof. Everything top-of-the-line. And wait till you see what they’ve done in here.” He crossed the bedroom into the black-and-white en-suite marble bathroom.
Heather followed. “Very impressive.”
“Marble countertops, two ceramic sinks, one claw-foot tub, heated marble floor and towel racks. And the pièce de résistance,” he said with a wink, pointing toward the shower at the far end of the room.
Heather put an extra wiggle in her walk and pushed out her backside as she peeked inside the cavernous space, the marble walls outfitted with the latest in hardware. “There’s certainly enough…stuff.”
“Oversized rain showerhead, plus a variety of sprays coming at you from all directions. Plenty of room for two. Or three,” he added, coming up close behind her. “So, what do you think?”
“Well, it’s stunning, of course.”
“I’m sensing a ‘but.’ ”
“But…maybe it’s a little grand…”
“Grand?”
“For Noah.”
“For Noah,” Matt said, his breath on the back of her neck.
“I mean, it’s just the two of us,” she said, her voice wobbling as he pressed himself against her.
“Just the two of us,” he repeated, his fingers brushing her hair to one side as his lips grazed the side of her neck.
Her breath caught in her lungs.
“You didn’t really come to see the house, did you?”
She felt him pull away.Come back,she thought.Come back.“Why would you say that?”
He placed both hands on her shoulders and slowly spun her around.
Was he going to kiss her again?
“Because you raced through the downstairs rooms,” he said instead. “You showed zero interest in anything, including the truly spectacular walk-in closet that women all but swoon over, and you haven’t asked a single question.”
“Maybe because you explained everything so well.”
“Maybe. But I doubt it. Why the charade, Heather? Did Chloe put you up to this?”
“What? No.”
“Is this some sort of test? Is that why you’re here?”
“No!”
“Then what’s this all about?” He pushed her back against the countertop, cupping her chin in his hand and squeezing hard.