Walking to the threshold, she noted first the stoked fire, then the lambskin throw rugs in front of the hearth. To the far side of the rugs, a bottle of champagne sat in a silver ice bucket atop a silver, monogrammed bed tray. Alongside two crystal glasses were bread and cheese, a bowl of luscious strawberries, and a silver container of cream. She stepped further into the room to the edge of the rug and looked over the blatant seduction scene with contempt blazing in her eyes. “I've been waitin' for you, love.” Beth looked over her shoulder to see Lachlan standing at the threshold, a lace gown draped over his left arm. Slowly turning her body to align with her head, she gawked at the man through a crimson face. “You're...naked.” In response, he grinned broadly and gave the gown over his arm a shake. “For you. A belated birthday present.” After taking a moment to analyze Beth's deadpan expression, he stepped further into the room. “It was purchased for Tessa, but she impaled old Lannie afore he could give it to her.
