awkwardly, attempting to cover her discomfort by busying herself cutting the blackened edges off the pizzas. “Did you have anything nice in your parcel earlier?”
“What?”
Was it her imagination or had Finn’s voice sharpened and that blue gaze narrowed?
She shrugged. “Most parcels I deliver this time of year have presents in them.”
“Oh. Yes. No.” He turned away to get some plates down from one of the cupboards. “Just some photographic equipment I ordered and my agent sent on to me.”
Why didn’t Eva believe him...?
The sudden sharpness of Finn’s voice?
The narrow-eyed glance he had just given her?
Or his sudden tension?
Whatever the reason, Eva was sure that Finn had just lied to her.
She just had no idea why he had...
Chapter 7
“Chess?” Eva eyed the board dubiously.
Finn shrugged. “Do you play?”
“Yes. Are these pieces real jade?” They had eaten dinner, such as it was, and moved into the sitting-room, which was when Finn had challenged her to a game of chess.
It seemed a little tame after what had happened between the two of them earlier.
“I expect so.” Finn turned from pulling the curtains carefully and completely across the windows. He had already switched on a couple of lamps, and put a match to the fire, the logs crackling away merrily in the hearth, in order to make the room feel even cozier.
Lucien may be obsessive in his need for maintaining his privacy, but that didn’t mean the man didn’t surround himself with beautiful things. Everything about this house, secluded away in the woods, was as elegant as the man himself. Including the jade chess set on the table in front of one of the windows.
“Loser pays a forfeit,” Finn added challengingly as a way of preventing Eva from questioning the careful way he had ensured the curtains were pulled fully across the windows.
Eva looked across the table at him with suspicious moss-green eyes. “What sort of forfeit did you have in mind?”
He shrugged. “The winner gets to decide that.”
“Really?”
Finn wasn’t sure he altogether trusted that light of battle in her eyes. “How long since you last played?”
“Oh not since I left school. Heads,” she called as he flipped a coin for who was to start.
“And that was what, all of three years ago?” Finn taunted before looking down at the coin. “Heads it is.” He nodded as she took her seat opposite him.
“Almost four,” she answered him dismissively, already studying the chessboard.
She looked far too businesslike for Finn’s liking. Almost like a gladiator facing off against another. Lesser.
Not that Finn was about to complain. He would quite happily lose the damned game on purpose, if it kept Eva from asking him any more questions about the contents of the parcel she’d delivered this morning.
And the person she had thought she’d seen standing outside earlier...
He didn’t want Eva to know that the parcel she had delivered had contained the receipts from every restaurant he and Moira had ever gone to, as well as a couple of hotel bills, several sets of her sexy lingerie, and a pair of shoes which had been all she’d worn to bed one particular night—and Finn still had the scars on his back to prove it.
To say Finn had been shaken when he had opened the parcel and seen what was inside would be an understatement. He hadn’t even realized Moira had taken the restaurant and hotel receipts, let alone kept them. As for the underwear and shoes…
There was also the lengths Moira had gone to in order to get them here.
Who did things like that?
Someone who was mentally unbalanced would be Finn’s guess. Someone who was obsessed...
The other thing he didn’t want to tell Eva was that although he hadn’t found anyone outside in the snow, he had found evidence that someone had been standing under the trees. The snow
“What?”
Was it her imagination or had Finn’s voice sharpened and that blue gaze narrowed?
She shrugged. “Most parcels I deliver this time of year have presents in them.”
“Oh. Yes. No.” He turned away to get some plates down from one of the cupboards. “Just some photographic equipment I ordered and my agent sent on to me.”
Why didn’t Eva believe him...?
The sudden sharpness of Finn’s voice?
The narrow-eyed glance he had just given her?
Or his sudden tension?
Whatever the reason, Eva was sure that Finn had just lied to her.
She just had no idea why he had...
Chapter 7
“Chess?” Eva eyed the board dubiously.
Finn shrugged. “Do you play?”
“Yes. Are these pieces real jade?” They had eaten dinner, such as it was, and moved into the sitting-room, which was when Finn had challenged her to a game of chess.
It seemed a little tame after what had happened between the two of them earlier.
“I expect so.” Finn turned from pulling the curtains carefully and completely across the windows. He had already switched on a couple of lamps, and put a match to the fire, the logs crackling away merrily in the hearth, in order to make the room feel even cozier.
Lucien may be obsessive in his need for maintaining his privacy, but that didn’t mean the man didn’t surround himself with beautiful things. Everything about this house, secluded away in the woods, was as elegant as the man himself. Including the jade chess set on the table in front of one of the windows.
“Loser pays a forfeit,” Finn added challengingly as a way of preventing Eva from questioning the careful way he had ensured the curtains were pulled fully across the windows.
Eva looked across the table at him with suspicious moss-green eyes. “What sort of forfeit did you have in mind?”
He shrugged. “The winner gets to decide that.”
“Really?”
Finn wasn’t sure he altogether trusted that light of battle in her eyes. “How long since you last played?”
“Oh not since I left school. Heads,” she called as he flipped a coin for who was to start.
“And that was what, all of three years ago?” Finn taunted before looking down at the coin. “Heads it is.” He nodded as she took her seat opposite him.
“Almost four,” she answered him dismissively, already studying the chessboard.
She looked far too businesslike for Finn’s liking. Almost like a gladiator facing off against another. Lesser.
Not that Finn was about to complain. He would quite happily lose the damned game on purpose, if it kept Eva from asking him any more questions about the contents of the parcel she’d delivered this morning.
And the person she had thought she’d seen standing outside earlier...
He didn’t want Eva to know that the parcel she had delivered had contained the receipts from every restaurant he and Moira had ever gone to, as well as a couple of hotel bills, several sets of her sexy lingerie, and a pair of shoes which had been all she’d worn to bed one particular night—and Finn still had the scars on his back to prove it.
To say Finn had been shaken when he had opened the parcel and seen what was inside would be an understatement. He hadn’t even realized Moira had taken the restaurant and hotel receipts, let alone kept them. As for the underwear and shoes…
There was also the lengths Moira had gone to in order to get them here.
Who did things like that?
Someone who was mentally unbalanced would be Finn’s guess. Someone who was obsessed...
The other thing he didn’t want to tell Eva was that although he hadn’t found anyone outside in the snow, he had found evidence that someone had been standing under the trees. The snow
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