Page 22 of Undercover Savior

“Perhaps you can enlighten Ash another time,” Con teased.

“You can’t be serious. Were you in it?” I asked.

Gus shook his head. “Not me.”

“Who, then?”

“Let’s table this discussion for now,” he muttered.

“Perhaps we should table it entirely,” I added, sensing Gus’ discomfort.

His expression turned serious. “I concur.”

“Can we go back to the second drawing?”

Con unfurled it.

“Is this the last of the work to be completed on the cottage?” I asked.

He looked at Gus.

“Adding the necessary security to any refurbishment always takes place once the rest of the construction is finished and those crews are gone.”

“Then, we’re looking at seventy-two hours max,” Con answered.

“That is equally remarkable and disappointing.”

“How so?” he asked.

“His accommodations in the smaller cottage aren’t exactly comfortable, given the sofas’ length is half Ash’s height,” Gus responded.

Con chuckled. “Just sleep with her instead of on the sofa, Ash. You know it’s going to happen eventually.”

Like Gus had, I raised my finger and indicated the bastard should sod off.

“I told him he should simply banish Brose.”

Con nodded. “I do have one other suggestion, though. It will make things far easier on everyone.”

“Go on,” I said.

“Relocate to Glenshadow until the security installation is complete.”

“What’s this?” Tag raised his head, given Glenshadow was the fifteenth-century monastery that had been converted into his family’s home on the estate.

“That way, Ash can sleep in a bed and Sullivan won’t be underfoot. The less she’s about, the faster the crews can get the larger cottage ready to move into.”

I glanced over at Gus. “There aren’t tunnels between Primrose Croft and the castle, are there?”

“God forbid,” he said under his breath.

There was a story there that Angus definitely didn’t want to tell. Somehow, I suspected that if I pressed hard enough and got him to, I’d regret it. Lingering in the back of my mind was that whatever it was had something to do with his mother’s request the cottage be refurbished.

“Throw your back out, confront your uncle, or relocate to the abbey. Those are your choices as I see them,” Gus muttered.

Like we both had with Con, I raised my middle finger in his direction.

“See what fun we have in your absence?” Tag nudged me. “You should spend more time here.”

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