Kent says nothing, just turns and storms into his office, slamming that door as well.
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“So, where are we off to?” I ask, eagerly smiling as I buckle my seatbelt in the front of his car. But while I was expecting words, Ivan’s response is to place a gentle hand on my cheek, turning my face to him.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, searching my face. “That was…intense in there. Weird.”
I melt a little, looking into his pretty grey eyes, and nod my head. “It’s…always weird in there. Casa Lippert is a strange place.”
“I’m starting to get that impression,” Ivan mutters, still staring at me. “It’s really good to see you Fay,” he continues quietly, sincerity all over his face.
I take a deep breath, suddenly relaxed, more relaxed maybe than I’ve been all day, which is weird considering…well. I push that thought from my mind and give Ivan a real smile. Not the fake ones I’ve been pasting onto my face since he came into Kent’s house. “It’s good to see you too,” I sigh, taking his hand. “Really good.”
“Good,” he says, grinning at the redundancy in our conversation. Then, he turns his attention to the road. “You want to go eat some seafood?”
“Always!” I reply, suddenly eager. “Are we going to the beach?”
“Mountains, actually,” he says as he pulls out of the driveway, Kent’s guards following behind us in a black SUV.
“Seafood in the mountains?” I ask, wrinkling at my nose. “When we live so close to the shore?”
Ivan just gives me a little wink. “Trust me,” he says. “You won’t regret it.”
Two hours later, we pull up to the most gorgeous mountain house I’ve ever seen. I’m gaping as I step out, taking in the amazing vista behind the house as well as the fantastic architecture of the home itself, which looks like it has about a dozen decks and balconies.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, staring up at it. “Is this…is this your place?” I ask, glancing at Ivan as he comes to stand next to me.
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