She’d been on the job only one day, and already she could see he was a genius. An eccentric genius, but a genius, for as he spoke, he created the new space in her mind: a native stone fireplace that rose all the way to the twenty-foot-high ceiling, with a series of three gas fire inserts created to look like fairy lights. A gathering of low seats and tables around it. A long leather-and-mahogany bar in the corner to serve breakfast in the morning and drinks in the evening.For all intents and purposes, she thought he paid her no heed. But when he announced they would take out that—he waved an airy hand at the brick wall between the great room and the courtyard—and replace it with tall windows, her eyes narrowed.He turned on her, his long blond hair swirling around his broad shoulders. “What? You don’t agree?”“No. I… No, I think it’s a wonderful idea.” She realized her voice was squeaking like a mouse, and lowered it to a more reasonable level. “But how is that possible?
