Or maybe it was about Rayne and me? Did the little brat tell them about our kiss? Or even about the almost kiss in Allister's bathroom the other day? Oh, that sneaky little jerk wad. Can't kiss and keep his mouth shut. See if I ever kiss him again.
Oh! Maybe it's about the flowers? Darren told them about Valentine's flowers, and they are deciding on what to do about it. Would they confront Valentine? Or would they decide that I finally had caused one too many problems for them and fire me?
Oh, God. The not knowing was killing me!
"You're not going to hear anything through that door." Darren stood behind me, his hands behind his back. "That wood is so thick that you wouldn't hear a bomb go off down there."
"That just makes me wonder why they have a soundproof room," I argued with my hands on my hips. "What poor defenseless victim is down there begging for help but can't be heard through this thick ass door?"
Darren sighed, and his eyes closed for a second before opening them again. "One, the soundproofing is for them, not us. They can hear everything we do up here otherwise, and even with it, the door doesn't block every sound."
I suddenly thought of Antoine hearing me in my bedroom and flushed. "So, they should just build a metal container and be done with it."
Shaking his head, Darren pulled his gloves back on one finger at a time. "Metal containers are not easy to come by and harder still to install in a house as old as this one. We made do with what we have. Now, if you would come back to the kitchen, we can discuss this without disturbing the masters."
My eyes shot to the door and then back to Darren. I didn't want to leave in case he was wrong, that I would hear something eventually. Maybe they could hear me now and were being quiet until I left? I could be quiet, as quiet as a mouse. Perhaps then they would say something I could catch.
Ugh. I hated not knowing what was going on. I should be privy to what was discussed about my future!
"Please stop already. Just watching you fret is giving me a headache." Darren rubbed his temple with one hand, his eyes closing briefly. "If you come back to the kitchen, I think we still had some of that ice cream you enjoyed so much last time."
My ears perked up at the mention of ice cream. I was a sucker for sweets, and Darren knew it. "Fine play dirty, but I'll find out. I always do." I sniffed and marched passed him my head held high.
"I'm sure you will." Darren followed me with an exasperated tone. "Not even the mice's secrets are safe in this house."
"Pfft. Mice don't have secrets," I told him with a grin. "They whine over cheese."