Page 27 of Lord of Fortune
“I almost look forward to that,” he murmured.
Straightening her shoulders and stiffening her resolve against the onslaught of his magnetism, she moved to a glass-fronted case which held several artifacts—pottery, jewelry, a very old-looking manuscript with faded color illustrations that must have been strikingly beautiful when it was first produced. “There are so many books. How can we ever hope to find the book my grandfather wrote about in his journal?”
“If you wouldn’t mind allowing me to read it, I might be able to find some clues that weren’t noticeable to you.”
She didn’t take offense because he was far more knowledgeable than she. “I wouldn’t mind. Would you like to read it now? If you find something, we could discuss it at dinner.”
He gave her a slightly sheepish smile that was quite endearing. “I was hoping you would say something like that. I’m a fast reader, so unless it’s a multi-volume saga, I should be able to complete it quickly. I can ask the staff to hold dinner for a bit.”
“That would be fine. I’d like to go upstairs for a respite. I’ll have the journal—and it is just one, slender book—sent to your room.”
“Excellent.”
She nodded and began to pivot when he stopped her. “I’m quite glad you’re here, Mrs. Forrest. I do believe this will be the start of a wonderful adventure.”
She peered at him, honestly curious, but also a bit in awe. “Is that what all this is to you—an adventure?”
“Of course. All of life is an adventure. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She’d never thought of it like that. She supposed she’d had her fair share of “adventure,” if one wanted to think of some of the mishaps that had befallen her that way. In fact, it sounded far more palatable. So much so that she decided right then to adopt that notion. From now on, she was on an adventure, and she meant to make it grand.
She allowed a small smile to curl her lips. “See you at dinner.”
