She wanted to see it with her own eyes, learn every nuance, and discover everything beautiful and everything hidden and ugly about the house. Sleep hadn’t come easily, despite her being exhausted from all that had happened. And while she hadn’t seen Mr. Riley again last evening, her curious imagination had invented a hundred different impressions of him through the long night, none of which she wanted to rehash, for most made her blush furiously. And why should she think any of those things about him? He could still be the wolf wearing sheepskin to hide his true nature. Yesterday, she’d been far too drained after dinner to do more than sit at the secretary desk, read through the appointment book, and review one of the many stacks of invitations that had been tossed into piles as high as the length of her arm. Huxley had remained with her, so she couldn’t snoop around the study to see what secrets her new employer might be hiding.
