Chapter 55

Rainer’s POV 

"Give me the weekend, and I promise I can have this place feeling like home," the interior designer said. She smiled and me as she took my arm and led me through the marble-floored foyer. 

"Wow, that's some echo," I said. 

My voice bounced off the gleaming floor and seemed to reach up to the arched dome above the crystal chandelier. The interior designer patted my arm. 

"A nice Berber rug will solve that. Let Sheila take care of you." 

Sheila squeezed my arm with another flirtatious smile as we clattered through the foyer and up the curved staircase to the second floor. 

There we paused to look over the balcony to the great room. 

She listed a hundred changes she was going to make, totaling god knows how much money, but I still wasn't convinced. 

The Presidio Heights mansion was outstanding, but it was cold, and her voice rattled through the empty spaces. 

It looked more