Page 231 of Champagne Nights

“How long have you worked for Henry?” I asked.

“About five years now. I came to work for him when he moved into this place. He’s a wonderful man to work for and a great guy.” She smiled.

“He is very sweet.” I grinned.

I saw her turn her head to the side, and when I looked over, I saw Henry walk into the kitchen.

“There you are,” he signed with a smile as he softly gave me a kiss. “You look beautiful. It smells delicious in here, Delilah.” He walked over to where she stood and kissed her cheek.

Delilah told us to take our seats out on the terrace at the table while she served us dinner. Oven baked Salmon, red skinpotatoes, green beans, a loaf of freshly baked bread, and a tossed salad graced the table.

“This looks wonderful, Delilah,” I spoke as I signed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m going to head out. You two enjoy yourselves. I’ll clean all this up tomorrow.”

I placed my napkin on my lap and picked up my fork. When I looked at Henry, I found him staring at me from across the table with a smile on his face.

“What?” The corners of my mouth curved upward as I could feel myself blushing.

“I’m just happy you’re here with me tonight.”

“Me too. I love your penthouse. At least this floor.”

“I’ll take you on a tour after we eat,” he signed as he gave me a sexy wink.

The view from the terrace was amazing as the sun began to set. We talked a lot during dinner. I mostly read Henry’s lips, but every now and again, he would sign while he ate.

“You’re very skilled at signing only using one hand.” I smiled.

“I was taught well. My parents paid good money for the best teacher.”

“Tell me more about Abigail,” I said.”

I saw him inhale a deep breath as he set down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“She was such a happy kid. She was so full of light and laughter despite her illness. She was in and out of hospitals all the time. Even when she was in the hospital for extended stays, she was always smiling, and everyone loved her. Abigail and my father were very close. They shared a special bond, and when she died, a piece of him died with her. He was never really the same after her death. Then, as you know, they had Addison.”

“I really like her. By the way, how is your dad doing?”

“He’s doing okay. He’ll be in the hospital a few more days and then spend the rest of his time recuperating at home.”

As we were in the middle of talking, Henry pulled his phone from his pocket, and I noticed the strange look on his face.

Chapter Sixteen

Henry

Why the hell was Kirsten calling me? I asked myself as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I immediately declined the call and placed the phone back in my pocket.

“You’re not going to take that?” Ellie asked.

“No.” I smiled. “It’s no one important. Are you ready for a tour of my home?” I signed before I held out my hand to her as I stood up from my seat.

“Of course.” A wide grin graced her face.

I took her on a tour of my two-thousand-nine hundred and fifty square foot penthouse, saving my bedroom for last.

“Wow. This is nice,” she said as she looked around. “You have a king-size bed.”

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