Page 32 of Perfect Three

She opened the door to the bathroom.“The bathroom.It’s above the conservatory, hence the shape.”

Its octagonal walls filled with stained-glass windows let in lots of light, a vast claw-footed bath held pride of place.

Sebastian glanced at her, then back at the tub.“My God, Lucy, even the bloody bathtub and shower are huge!”

Lucy couldn’t help her soft giggle.These two were bringing out her schoolgirl side.“My grandmother was in a wheelchair in her later years, and so the shower was enlarged to allow a chair access.”

She grinned as the three went down the back staircase in the private parlor, finishing at the conservatory with its one octagonal shaped end and large glass windows.

“So this is the conservatory and alongside is the study—I use it as my office—then there’s the big dining room, seats twenty-two, plus the formal living room.And then there’s the library.”

“A library!You’ve got a fucking library?”

Jack almost raced down the hallway ahead of the other two.

“The front room on the right, Jack!”

“We’ll lose Jack now.He loves books.”

“Oh dear, well, he’ll be in his element.There are thousands of books gathered from my great-great-grandparents right through to my parents and me.”

She and Sebastian reached the room and walked in.She was sure Jack purred in delight as he ran his hand along the spines of books, and his grey eyes appeared to glow with pleasure.

Sebastian nudged Lucy and nodded toward Jack.“See.I told you.”

Jack heard him and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the same time.

Lucy heard Sebastian draw a noisy breath and when she looked at him, he was staring at Jack.

Lucy found it hard to describe the look—like a cross between passion and glee.She glanced at Jack.

He’d stilled as he gazed back at Sebastian.He raised one eyebrow and Sebastian shook his head with a come-hither grin, making Lucy excited without knowing why.

While she was wondering what had just happened between the two men, Sebastian finally turned away from Jack and looked at Lucy.She knew her own face betrayed her, knew it held a mix of excitement and puzzlement.

“Let’s sit down.I think this is the perfect time to talk.”

Her excitement took a nosedive.Never mind having somersaults or butterflies in her stomach—she had a flock of huge pterodactyls which took to the air in a panic flight.She gulped.

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