Page 87 of Enthrall Secrets
She gave a shrug. “It’s over. Obviously.”
Raising my chin high I assumed dominance. “Where are they?”
She measured her words carefully. “At Cameron’s.”
“Beverly Hills?”
“Yes.”
“Why did they leave?”
“I don’t know.”
I softened my tone. “How did Ethan look?”
“Ask Dr. Cole. I’m not allowed to discuss it.”
“Were you in there?”
She raised her hand defensively. “It was just Master Cole and Master Booth. I’m only here to make sure all personal items are out before they clean.”
My gaze returned to the room and I tried to fathom why Cameron hadn’t told me it was over. He knew how I felt about Ethan.
Maybe that was the point? He was trying to find the words to explain why it hadn’t worked. Maybe he was in denial over his failure.
I flew out of there and sped back into Cameron’s office and grabbed my handbag. With shaking hands I fumbled for my car keys on my way out the front door.
Rain fell and a gust of leaves blew up and around me. The Santa Ana winds were at their worst.
My car was where I’d left it - parked in Cameron’s VIP spot.
A sleek limousine I’d only been vaguely aware of pulled away from the curb and idled in front of me. Of course, Cameron would know I’d come after them. He’d also know I’d be in no state to drive.
Relenting to his siren call, I climbed inside the limo.
Traffic was dense and impossible due to the heavy downpour, with a commute that would normally take an hour taking two. Neither Cameron nor Ethan answered their phones. The journey was endless and felt like the longest drive I’d ever taken.
No, not the longest…
That had been the one where Cameron had driven me away from Danton’s a week after his death. There had been no consolation in knowing Danton had gone peacefully, and had been loved so completely. I’d been too torn up to believe life would even go on.
I’d never met another man like him…until Ethan.
The limo pulled into the driveway to Cameron’s multi-million dollar home. The impressive estate with its imposing fountain out front was again a reminder that this was a coveted piece of real estate, even for this wealthy neighborhood. He’d had this home for a while and had once told me he’d regretted giving his gay interior designer free reign. The man had had taken the chandelier theme that Cameron was fond of and turned his house into a monument to all things crystal. Like with most things in life, Cameron never took the issue too seriously.
I went on in.
At least the masculine black and white marble floor tiles offset all the surrounding glamour. But the erotically shaped central chandelier was truly a piece of glorious art.
Ethan sat at the bottom of the staircase.
“Hey,” he said.
I made my way toward him, glancing around for Cameron.
“Hi.” I cupped Ethan’s face and he closed his eyes. “You okay?”
“God, I missed you.”
