Page 27 of The Mafia's Desire

Ethan snorted and noticed the smile Thomas tried to hide. “I’ll try to do better,” he said, but he could see she didn’t believe him.

“Hello, Miss Sara. Welcome home.”

“Please just call me Sara.”

“Then you must call me Thomas.”

Ethan nodded over her head. “I’m going to show her around a bit. I’ll be in my office in an hour or so.”

“Good enough. There are several things we need to talk about.”

Ethan walked into the foyer and heard her gasp. He loved the way her eyes scanned the area.

“This is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Ethan said.

He was glad she liked it so far because this was the house she’d spend the rest of her life in.

Chapter Fourteen

Sara looked at the marble floor and huge chandelier over a round table in the middle of the foyer. A huge bouquet of flowers was in a crystal vase. To the right were white marble columns that took her into the main living room. She saw white leather sofas and chairs and a large fireplace.

He pointed down the hall in front of them. “That will take you to the dining room and kitchen. The hallway to your right leads to our offices. It’s kind of the same layout as the Maclean house but flipped.”

“That will help,” she said.

There was a wide curved staircase up to the second floor.

“It’s a lot smaller than their house,” he said.

Sara smiled. “Good. I think I’ll have enough of a problem getting lost here.”

He chuckled. “Let me show you our room.”

She took his hand and let him lead her up the stairs. It was like a dream that seemed to get better as time passed.

He opened one side when they got to a set of double doors.

“This is ours.”

For some reason, she felt that if she took this step, there was no way of ever going back, and as much as it frightened her, it also excited her. She inhaled a deep breath and took a few steps that would take her through the doorway.

This room was larger than the one they were in at the Macleans. It had a sitting area with a comfortable sofa, chairs, and television. The bathroom and closet were on the other side of the room, and in the middle was a huge four-poster bed. It was high enough off the ground that she knew she’d have a problem getting up on top.

“Come this way. I want to show you something,” he said and took her hand.

The bathroom was beautiful. It was done in soft grays and whites with the color black for accents.

“This bathtub has jets and will help any soreness you might have.”

“Oh, that sounded wonderful.”

“I will start the water and get you a shirt to wear. I want you to stay in the tub as long as you like. I’ll have someone bring a tray of food up for lunch. I do want you to lie down for a few hours and rest.”

“But I’m not tired.”

He grasped her shoulders. “You might not be, but you’re still healing, baby.”

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