Her blue eyes went round. “Mr. Harry’s getting married?”
He nodded.
“There’s going to be much grieving in the city of Boston once that news gets around. You come home with no hair. Mr. Harry has an intended. Sounds like you had quite an adventure. I can’t wait to hear the details.”
“I’ll share them in the morning.”
“Are either of you hungry?” Kate asked, looking between them.
Raven shook her head. She was exhausted from all the travel. She just wanted sleep, and remembering Brax’s description of Boston’s bland food didn’t make her eager to sample it, at least not this minute. She’d wait. Raven noted the housekeeper’s eyes kept straying her way as if she were trying to determine if there was more to Raven’s role than being the daughter of the woman marrying Harrison. Raven planned to let Brax handle any answers that needed to be shared.
“You can go on to bed, Kate,” Brax said to her. “Thanks for waiting up. I’ll place Raven in the guest room. We’ll see you in the morning. We’re both exhausted so we’ll probably sleep in. We’ll take our breakfast in the dining room.”
“Okay. Welcome home again. It’s nice meeting you, Miss Moreau.”
“Nice meeting you, too.”
After her departure, Brax said, “Let’s get you settled. I’ll give you a tour of the house tomorrow.”
“How many days does the tour take?”
Laughing, he picked up their travel bags. “Come on.”
He led her up a staircase that could only be described as grand to the home’s second floor. A short, narrow hallway lined with paintingsof seascapes on both walls led to a much wider horizontally oriented hallway.
“The bedrooms are in this wing,” he explained. “For tonight, I’m putting you in one of the guest rooms because we both need sleep. You can move in with me tomorrow if you’d like. And don’t worry about Kate knowing; she doesn’t gossip.”
Raven was pleased to learn that, but when scandal arose the disparagement was usually directed the woman’s way. A man’s reputation rarely suffered.
He opened one of the gleaming wood doors. “This one will be yours.”
Raven entered behind him and stepped into another beautifully appointed room. The four-poster bed was draped in a rich blue color that reminded her of the bolt of silk he’d purchased from Etta. The fireplace was huge and made of polished boulders. The small loveseat positioned near it matched the blue of the bed, and the windows were hidden behind curtains of a soft sky blue.
“The washroom is through that door there. It has indoor plumbing and a tub.”
She smiled at the thought of being able to use the rose-scented bath salts he’d purchased for her in Charleston.
“Is there anything else you need?”
“Just a good night kiss.”
He opened his arms and she went to him. Hefulfilled the request with a kiss that was unhurried and so passionate it made her want to change his mind about sleeping apart. When their lips finally parted she was left in a familiar haze. He placed a tender kiss on her brow.
“Good night, little corvus.”
“Good night,” she whispered, and watched him go.