"So Dimitri, you've truly never had any guests here before?"
The blue ocean gaze held a knowing amusement. One that made her want to take a poke at that long, perfectly aquiline nose.
"I came here to be alone."
"Then why—"
"Ah, the living room," he said, as though it was his time to distract. "I hope you saw the lovely bay window with a wonderful view of the sea and the forest to your right. The polished oak floors, like the wood for the hand-carved staircase, are native to the estate. The stone fireplace is quite fascinating, but I must say that I did not pay close attention when the real estate lady tortured me with her lengthy speech."
She caught a fleeting glimpse of a shadowy area that seemed to take up an incredible amount of space. Even in the dark and with a muted feeling of expanse, the room had a warm feel about it. No. She gave an unintentional head shake.
The feeling of warmth pervaded the entire house, not just the room.
