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over her.”
“You’re an amazing woman, Miranda Carrington. You live in two entirely different worlds and handle them both equally well; the hard working, prim and proper office assistant and the granddaughter who not only indulges her grandmother’s eccentricities but genuinely loves her in spite of them.” He drew her into his arms, intent on kissing her when the door was yanked open.
Jeeves arched a brow at the two of them then directed his comment to Miranda. “Are you coming in or do you mean to stand on the porch all day making out with your…
friend
?”
She looked absolutely mortified, but Jack merely grinned at the staid butler. “If my vote counts, you can just go ahead and close the door again.”
Jeeves scrutinized Jack for a moment before tipping his head in grudging approval. “Welcome to Carrington Manor. If Miss Miranda will escort you to the parlor, I will have refreshments brought in and inform Mrs. Carrington you are here.”
Jack had grown up around wealth and had lived in some very high priced houses during his lifetime, but never had he seen anything as elegant as the Carrington Mansion. Every painting and piece of furniture had been crafted by masters and was obviously tended to with the greatest of care.
Just past the large foyer they’d entered was a magnificent marble staircase that dominated the room. He followed Miranda off to the left and through a set of massive oak doors into what he assumed was the parlor. The main focal point of the parlor was a massive fireplace that was almost as tall as he was and at least six feet wide. He would have loved to study the woodwork on the mantle but Miranda was urging him towards a seating area. It was nestled in an alcove where a loveseat and two chairs faced a set of French doors leading out to an expansive flower garden.
“Not in a million years would I have guessed you lived in a place like this,” he said, his eyes wandering around the room.
“Why, because I work for your brother as a mere assistant? He pays me quite well, you know.”
“I never said that. And I hardly consider you a
mere
anything. You are exceptional at your job, the best assistant Holt has ever had. What I meant was that you don’t act like the typical spoiled little rich girl.” His eyes swept over the business suit she’d retrieved from her office and changed into before they left. “Expensive, tasteful clothing, but you get paid well enough to afford those. You don’t wear flashy jewelry or drive an excessively expensive car. You’re just so grounded for someone who grew up like this.”
“You were born into it too, Jack, and you’re certainly not arrogant or act as if you’re above anyone else.”
“Yes, but I didn’t live in a house of intrigue with a grandmother who was doing the butler on the sly.”
Miranda burst out in a fit of wild giggles and buried her face in his chest to muffle the sound. But every time she thought she had herself under control, he would whisper in her ear and detail some obscene scenario about where Jeeves and Missy were meeting and just what they were doing.
She should have been appalled, after all it was her grandmother they were talking about, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. It felt good to laugh and even better to have someone to share that laughter with. She managed to compose herself just seconds before her grandmother regally swept into the room.
“Miranda, darling, I was beginning to worry about you. You haven’t been home for two nights and didn’t even bother to call.” Her eyes moved over Jack, an impish grin forming on her lips. “But now that I see what’s kept you away, I completely forgive you.”
Jack took the hand the elderly woman offered, gallantly bowing and brushing a light kiss across her knuckles. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Carrington. I’m Jack Devlin.
“You’re an amazing woman, Miranda Carrington. You live in two entirely different worlds and handle them both equally well; the hard working, prim and proper office assistant and the granddaughter who not only indulges her grandmother’s eccentricities but genuinely loves her in spite of them.” He drew her into his arms, intent on kissing her when the door was yanked open.
Jeeves arched a brow at the two of them then directed his comment to Miranda. “Are you coming in or do you mean to stand on the porch all day making out with your…
friend
?”
She looked absolutely mortified, but Jack merely grinned at the staid butler. “If my vote counts, you can just go ahead and close the door again.”
Jeeves scrutinized Jack for a moment before tipping his head in grudging approval. “Welcome to Carrington Manor. If Miss Miranda will escort you to the parlor, I will have refreshments brought in and inform Mrs. Carrington you are here.”
Jack had grown up around wealth and had lived in some very high priced houses during his lifetime, but never had he seen anything as elegant as the Carrington Mansion. Every painting and piece of furniture had been crafted by masters and was obviously tended to with the greatest of care.
Just past the large foyer they’d entered was a magnificent marble staircase that dominated the room. He followed Miranda off to the left and through a set of massive oak doors into what he assumed was the parlor. The main focal point of the parlor was a massive fireplace that was almost as tall as he was and at least six feet wide. He would have loved to study the woodwork on the mantle but Miranda was urging him towards a seating area. It was nestled in an alcove where a loveseat and two chairs faced a set of French doors leading out to an expansive flower garden.
“Not in a million years would I have guessed you lived in a place like this,” he said, his eyes wandering around the room.
“Why, because I work for your brother as a mere assistant? He pays me quite well, you know.”
“I never said that. And I hardly consider you a
mere
anything. You are exceptional at your job, the best assistant Holt has ever had. What I meant was that you don’t act like the typical spoiled little rich girl.” His eyes swept over the business suit she’d retrieved from her office and changed into before they left. “Expensive, tasteful clothing, but you get paid well enough to afford those. You don’t wear flashy jewelry or drive an excessively expensive car. You’re just so grounded for someone who grew up like this.”
“You were born into it too, Jack, and you’re certainly not arrogant or act as if you’re above anyone else.”
“Yes, but I didn’t live in a house of intrigue with a grandmother who was doing the butler on the sly.”
Miranda burst out in a fit of wild giggles and buried her face in his chest to muffle the sound. But every time she thought she had herself under control, he would whisper in her ear and detail some obscene scenario about where Jeeves and Missy were meeting and just what they were doing.
She should have been appalled, after all it was her grandmother they were talking about, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. It felt good to laugh and even better to have someone to share that laughter with. She managed to compose herself just seconds before her grandmother regally swept into the room.
“Miranda, darling, I was beginning to worry about you. You haven’t been home for two nights and didn’t even bother to call.” Her eyes moved over Jack, an impish grin forming on her lips. “But now that I see what’s kept you away, I completely forgive you.”
Jack took the hand the elderly woman offered, gallantly bowing and brushing a light kiss across her knuckles. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Carrington. I’m Jack Devlin.
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