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clicked open, and she pushed the French door in.
    Stepping into the mansion was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. A gorgeous sweeping staircase beckoned her onto the gleaming light-colored marble floor. His taste was exquisite, like something you’d see in a magazine or TV show, not in real life. “Oh, wow!” she whispered as she closed the door and walked across the entryway.
    “Did you make it in?”
    “Just now. It’s so pretty, Will. Honestly, amazing.”
    He seemed excited. “Okay, head to your right. Through the archway, you’ll see a hall. Do you see it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Follow it until it ends.”
    She did, but not before marveling at the artwork, furniture, and tapestries in the rooms she passed by. One looked like a music room, another an elaborate office, and another an ornate dining room, with a long table that could seat at least twenty people. As she got to the end of the hall, she walked through the only archway there—on her left—and then nearly dropped the phone.
    It was by far the most stunning gourmet kitchen she’d ever seen. “Look at that stove!” she cried as she practically flew to the large eight-burner glory, her hand gripping the phone. “I would kill to have this stove!”
    “Perfect for entertaining, isn’t it?” he asked.
    “I think if I had something this fun, I’d never make it in to work.”
    He laughed. “Yeah, it can be hard sometimes.”
    Everything was spotless. The marble countertops, the shining floors, the sinks—everything. “I’m impressed with how clean the place is. Looks like you’ve never used it.”
    “Oh, I use it all right. I just have a maid who comes in and helps a few times a week.”
    Of course he did. Eliza continued to snoop and pry into as many rooms as she could while Will took her on a sort of virtual phone tour. By the time she’d made it to Georgia’s room, she was almost running late. She still had to pick up her mom and then head over to the airport. 
    With his help, she was able to collect the things on the list, which included an old iPhone, iPod, some clothes she’d left behind. Then Eliza added some toiletries, cosmetics, and a curling iron, from the vanity in the large ensuite bathroom. She found her robe, blanket, and then about five pairs of shoes. It wasn’t on the list, but when Eliza stumbled upon a stash of European chocolates in a nightstand while searching for the old phone, she also grabbed a few of them. She then put everything in a couple of large designer beach bags she’d found in one of the closets, as well as a swimsuit she’d found near the bags.
    “There. I think that’s everything.”
    “Actually, could you grab one thing for me?” Will asked.
    “Sure. What do you need?”
    “My Kindle. I forgot it.”
    She chuckled. “I should make you read the books on mine—then you’ll know what true torture is.”
    “I take it you’re not into mysteries?”
    “Nope. Lots of self-help and romance.”
    He groaned. “You’re right. It would be torture.”
    “So, where to?” She was standing in the middle of the hall with shut doors all around her.
    He directed her to his room, and as she opened the door, she halted. There on a small table near his bed was a collection of greeting cards—very familiar cards. She approached and found they were the cards she had given him throughout the year with expressions of congratulations, thanks, or for the different holidays. Nothing much—just appreciation, really. It was bizarre that he’d kept them, and strangely endearing too.
    “You’re awfully quiet. Did I lose you?” he asked.
    Guiltily, she started, and then cleared her throat. “Sorry. Where is it?”
    He must’ve realized what had happened. “Oh, um, stay away from the side tables next to the bed. It’ll be by the overstuffed chair near the floor-to-ceiling window, the one facing the fireplace.”
    She decided not to tease him about the cards just yet—there’d be plenty of time to