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do it. I know you can," Adam said.
"But," she said quietly, "you don't really want me to call this
guy and apologize, do you?"
"I'd never ask you to do that."
"So...?"
"Let's let it lie for now. I'm willing to bet that you'll hear
from him."
Darcy breathed out on a deep sigh. She hated the fact that she
hadn't handled the situation well at all. Her affection for
Adam was very deep and real.
"All right. So what exactly do I do now?"
"Just sit tight. Is the hotel okay?"
Darcy looked around the room. "Sure," she lied. As she did so,
the hotel line began to ring. She stared at the phone
distastefully. It was dirtier than a pay phone outside a heavily
frequented gas station.
"I've got another call," she told Adam.
"Any premonitions?" Adam said lightly. "I'm willing to bet that
it's Stone."
"We'll see. I'll give you a call back."
"Actually, you don't need to," he said, and hung up. Again,
Darcy stared at her cell phone, shook her head, and forced herself
to pick up the hotel line.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Tremayne, it's Matt Stone."
She was silent, waiting. Adam had been right.
Of course.
Apparently, Matt Stone could be stubborn, too. The silence
stretched on.
"Yes?" she said again. She could almost see his teeth grate in
the steel cage of his face.
"As you're aware, I own Melody House. I don't actually
live in the main house all the time, though I stay now and then.
However, I have a woman who manages the upkeep and the tours we
allow through, and the events which are held there upon occasion.
Her name is Penny Sawyer, and I'll put you in contact with her.
She's incredibly anxious to have you and your company
in."
"But you're not."
"I did talk to Adam Harrison," he said, not agreeing or
disagreeing. "The house holds incredible historical
importance," he said flatly.
"Of course."
"Look, Penny is supposed to handle everything. And she's great
with the place, knows all about it, and can help you with whatever
you need. When you've got your plans down all pat, I'll be back in
on it, though. It's still my place. And I want final approval on
what you do."
"Naturally," Darcy said. She knew that it sounded as if her
words were a flat
fuck you, guess I've got no choice.
"Penny has suggested that you move on over to the house
now."
"Oh, that's not necessary-"
"You need to be in the house to investigate it, right?"
"I just meant that there was probably no need for that kind of
hurry."
"Penny wants you there as soon as possible. She's very eager to
have you. Also, her office is in the house. We have all kinds of
documents there, so...you could get started."
Darcy looked around her hotel room. It was stretching it to even
call the place a hotel. She didn't flinch at the sight of bugs, but
she had gagged over the film of them she'd had to clean out of the
bathtub before managing a quick shower.
Maybe Matt Stone was something of a psychic himself. His next
words suggested that he had read her mind.
"Ms. Tremayne, I'm familiar with the hotel."
"Fine. I might as well get started. You're right."
"I'll be there for you in thirty minutes."
She opened her mouth to protest. She could have used a little
more time just to survey the area before entering the house.
Too late. He'd hung up.
Swearing, she did the same. She looked around the small room.
Not much to pick up-she'd been too afraid of getting creepy-crawly
things in her lingerie to unpack much. She fished her few personal
articles from the bathroom and folded the few pieces of
clothing she'd had out in less than ten minutes.
Which turned out to be good. Matt Stone's concept of time was
not at all precise. She had barely made a quick run-through to
assure herself she hadn't forgotten anything when there was a knock
at her door.
She opened it. He stood there, sunglasses in place, a lock of
his dark hair windblown and sprawling over his forehead. In her
business heels, she was just a shade under six feet. He still
seemed to tower. She didn't like the disadvantage, even
"But," she said quietly, "you don't really want me to call this
guy and apologize, do you?"
"I'd never ask you to do that."
"So...?"
"Let's let it lie for now. I'm willing to bet that you'll hear
from him."
Darcy breathed out on a deep sigh. She hated the fact that she
hadn't handled the situation well at all. Her affection for
Adam was very deep and real.
"All right. So what exactly do I do now?"
"Just sit tight. Is the hotel okay?"
Darcy looked around the room. "Sure," she lied. As she did so,
the hotel line began to ring. She stared at the phone
distastefully. It was dirtier than a pay phone outside a heavily
frequented gas station.
"I've got another call," she told Adam.
"Any premonitions?" Adam said lightly. "I'm willing to bet that
it's Stone."
"We'll see. I'll give you a call back."
"Actually, you don't need to," he said, and hung up. Again,
Darcy stared at her cell phone, shook her head, and forced herself
to pick up the hotel line.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Tremayne, it's Matt Stone."
She was silent, waiting. Adam had been right.
Of course.
Apparently, Matt Stone could be stubborn, too. The silence
stretched on.
"Yes?" she said again. She could almost see his teeth grate in
the steel cage of his face.
"As you're aware, I own Melody House. I don't actually
live in the main house all the time, though I stay now and then.
However, I have a woman who manages the upkeep and the tours we
allow through, and the events which are held there upon occasion.
Her name is Penny Sawyer, and I'll put you in contact with her.
She's incredibly anxious to have you and your company
in."
"But you're not."
"I did talk to Adam Harrison," he said, not agreeing or
disagreeing. "The house holds incredible historical
importance," he said flatly.
"Of course."
"Look, Penny is supposed to handle everything. And she's great
with the place, knows all about it, and can help you with whatever
you need. When you've got your plans down all pat, I'll be back in
on it, though. It's still my place. And I want final approval on
what you do."
"Naturally," Darcy said. She knew that it sounded as if her
words were a flat
fuck you, guess I've got no choice.
"Penny has suggested that you move on over to the house
now."
"Oh, that's not necessary-"
"You need to be in the house to investigate it, right?"
"I just meant that there was probably no need for that kind of
hurry."
"Penny wants you there as soon as possible. She's very eager to
have you. Also, her office is in the house. We have all kinds of
documents there, so...you could get started."
Darcy looked around her hotel room. It was stretching it to even
call the place a hotel. She didn't flinch at the sight of bugs, but
she had gagged over the film of them she'd had to clean out of the
bathtub before managing a quick shower.
Maybe Matt Stone was something of a psychic himself. His next
words suggested that he had read her mind.
"Ms. Tremayne, I'm familiar with the hotel."
"Fine. I might as well get started. You're right."
"I'll be there for you in thirty minutes."
She opened her mouth to protest. She could have used a little
more time just to survey the area before entering the house.
Too late. He'd hung up.
Swearing, she did the same. She looked around the small room.
Not much to pick up-she'd been too afraid of getting creepy-crawly
things in her lingerie to unpack much. She fished her few personal
articles from the bathroom and folded the few pieces of
clothing she'd had out in less than ten minutes.
Which turned out to be good. Matt Stone's concept of time was
not at all precise. She had barely made a quick run-through to
assure herself she hadn't forgotten anything when there was a knock
at her door.
She opened it. He stood there, sunglasses in place, a lock of
his dark hair windblown and sprawling over his forehead. In her
business heels, she was just a shade under six feet. He still
seemed to tower. She didn't like the disadvantage, even
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