Quick glances through the various doors leading off the entrance hall showed that all the curtains on the ground floor had been drawn. The only source of natural light was the front doorway itself. When Tayton finally finished stepping over the threshold and closed the door behind him, no trace of sunlight disturbed the darkness. If it weren’t for the fact someone had lit dozens of candles and arranged them artistically around the high, elegantly furnished space, Tayton wouldn’t even have been able to see the naked man kneeling in the middle of his hallway. As he studied the scene before him, Tayton’s lips twitched into a smile. If nothing else, owning Denny certainly made life interesting. It also made it completely impossible for a man to know when he’d arrive home from work and find himself taking a starring role in an unexpected celebration. Tayton ran today’s date through his mind. Birthdays? No. Valentines? No. Christmas? No. Anniversary…? Well, none of the conventional ones anyway.
