Chapter 47

When they finally began to sink downwards. Vivian saw a series of slated rooftops forming the shape of a large country house standing in the center of sweeping clipped green lawns sloping down to a tiny lake.

As they settled on the grass a short walk away from the creamy painted walls of the house, she assumed that it must be a hotel. And only realized her mistake when Scott led the way in through the front door and she heard him greet a smartly dressed man, before strolling over to a side table to begin sifting through the small pile of letters she could see waiting there.

“This is a house,” she murmured, pausing to look around the light and airy hallway.

Scott threw her a glance. “What did you think it was?”

“A hotel.” His smile was more of a grimace. “This is my home—or the one I use whenever I’m here”

Eyelashes flickering away from the sturdy staircase built of rich golden oak which took up central position, Vivian looked at him, then away again.