you.”
He didn’t even glance her way. No sign of regret or apology on his handsome face. Hands on his slim hips, he studied the area, looking from the ceiling, to the floor with a casual disinterest as if he was thinking of buying the place, or as if he owned the manor. His arrogance really wasn’t helping matters.
“You can show yourselves out immediately or I will be forced to phone the police.”
“I shall leave,” Devon proclaimed calmly. “As soon as I find my belongings.”
Ellie’s gaze jumped from Lord Templeton to Devon. It was the most polite argument she’d ever heard. She fully expected Lord Templeton to break out the tea tray at any moment. Fists would be flying, guns going off by now if she was in America.
“Your what ?” Lord Templeton sputtered, looking quite offended.
“Belongings.” Devon started toward the door.
Lord Templeton scurried back, hovering against the wall in a puddle of sagging skin and dripping silk. “I’ll call the police! Help! Help! He’s…He’s an intruder!”
Devon sighed and paused as if annoyed, which was rather ridiculous considering the fact that they were breaking into Lord Templeton’ home. “The objects from the family who originally owned this estate…where are the possessions now?”
Lord Templeton clenched his nubby hands together, trembling so hard, she thought his false teeth might clatter to the floor. “You will leave!” he demanded.
Devon placed his hands on his hips once more. “Tell me now old man, or you will regret it.”
“Are you joking?” She shoved her fists into Devon’s chest. “You’re threatening an old man?”
“Sixty-five is not old,” Lord Templeton muttered.
She turned toward him. “Seriously? You’re worried about your pride now?” He shrugged and looked away. “Oh hell, just answer him so we can leave!”
Lord Templeton sputtered long and loud. “It’s gone. It’s all gone. Sold in auction.”
Devon’s arrogance faded, the emotions quite evident in his blue gaze. Ellie took a hesitant step forward, for some reason feeling as if he needed her. He looked so damn disappointed as he leaned against the door frame.
“A sword, did you see a sword?” he asked.
Lord Templeton nodded, his eyes narrowed. No doubt he was wondering if the sword had been worth more than what he had sold it for. “A man bought it. Scottish.”
Devon’s jaw clenched, irritation turning those blue eyes ice cold. “Cristian.”
“Who is Cristian?”
But he didn’t respond to her, merely spun around and moved into the hall.
“Devon, wait!” Ellie started after him.
“You!” Lord Templeton pointed at her. “Are fired!”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
She wasn’t about to wait for Lord Templeton to call the police, but ran after Devon. She couldn’t allow him leave, not before she understood why it was that he had come into her life so suddenly. Whether she wanted it or not, she couldn’t deny they were connected by some odd pull. His footsteps thudded through the home as he made his way down the side steps, past the gawking maid who stood in the hall.
“You’re an ass! Do you realize that?” she cried out, stumbling down the stairs after him.
“So I’ve heard.” He strolled through the kitchen and tore open the back door.
“Fired! I’m fired! Do you even care?” She pulled the door shut and followed him into the back garden. Darkness hooded his features, making them unreadable. He didn’t bother to look at her as he made his way around the building. Sure as hell didn’t apologize. She felt no guilt radiating from his body. If she hadn’t seen the emotion in his gaze earlier, she would have thought he was a sociopath with no heart or soul.
Ellie’s steps slowed. Hell, what would she do without a job? She had only one bag’s worth of clothing, so it wouldn’t be difficult to up and leave. But where would she go? She didn’t have much money saved. She couldn’t, wouldn’t return to the
He didn’t even glance her way. No sign of regret or apology on his handsome face. Hands on his slim hips, he studied the area, looking from the ceiling, to the floor with a casual disinterest as if he was thinking of buying the place, or as if he owned the manor. His arrogance really wasn’t helping matters.
“You can show yourselves out immediately or I will be forced to phone the police.”
“I shall leave,” Devon proclaimed calmly. “As soon as I find my belongings.”
Ellie’s gaze jumped from Lord Templeton to Devon. It was the most polite argument she’d ever heard. She fully expected Lord Templeton to break out the tea tray at any moment. Fists would be flying, guns going off by now if she was in America.
“Your what ?” Lord Templeton sputtered, looking quite offended.
“Belongings.” Devon started toward the door.
Lord Templeton scurried back, hovering against the wall in a puddle of sagging skin and dripping silk. “I’ll call the police! Help! Help! He’s…He’s an intruder!”
Devon sighed and paused as if annoyed, which was rather ridiculous considering the fact that they were breaking into Lord Templeton’ home. “The objects from the family who originally owned this estate…where are the possessions now?”
Lord Templeton clenched his nubby hands together, trembling so hard, she thought his false teeth might clatter to the floor. “You will leave!” he demanded.
Devon placed his hands on his hips once more. “Tell me now old man, or you will regret it.”
“Are you joking?” She shoved her fists into Devon’s chest. “You’re threatening an old man?”
“Sixty-five is not old,” Lord Templeton muttered.
She turned toward him. “Seriously? You’re worried about your pride now?” He shrugged and looked away. “Oh hell, just answer him so we can leave!”
Lord Templeton sputtered long and loud. “It’s gone. It’s all gone. Sold in auction.”
Devon’s arrogance faded, the emotions quite evident in his blue gaze. Ellie took a hesitant step forward, for some reason feeling as if he needed her. He looked so damn disappointed as he leaned against the door frame.
“A sword, did you see a sword?” he asked.
Lord Templeton nodded, his eyes narrowed. No doubt he was wondering if the sword had been worth more than what he had sold it for. “A man bought it. Scottish.”
Devon’s jaw clenched, irritation turning those blue eyes ice cold. “Cristian.”
“Who is Cristian?”
But he didn’t respond to her, merely spun around and moved into the hall.
“Devon, wait!” Ellie started after him.
“You!” Lord Templeton pointed at her. “Are fired!”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
She wasn’t about to wait for Lord Templeton to call the police, but ran after Devon. She couldn’t allow him leave, not before she understood why it was that he had come into her life so suddenly. Whether she wanted it or not, she couldn’t deny they were connected by some odd pull. His footsteps thudded through the home as he made his way down the side steps, past the gawking maid who stood in the hall.
“You’re an ass! Do you realize that?” she cried out, stumbling down the stairs after him.
“So I’ve heard.” He strolled through the kitchen and tore open the back door.
“Fired! I’m fired! Do you even care?” She pulled the door shut and followed him into the back garden. Darkness hooded his features, making them unreadable. He didn’t bother to look at her as he made his way around the building. Sure as hell didn’t apologize. She felt no guilt radiating from his body. If she hadn’t seen the emotion in his gaze earlier, she would have thought he was a sociopath with no heart or soul.
Ellie’s steps slowed. Hell, what would she do without a job? She had only one bag’s worth of clothing, so it wouldn’t be difficult to up and leave. But where would she go? She didn’t have much money saved. She couldn’t, wouldn’t return to the
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