Page 70 of Enthrall Shadows
“If you want to make yourself useful, you can chop carrots,” I said.
Shay leaped off the counter and washed his hands at the sink. Then he came over and joined me in cutting up the rest of the vegetables.
“I met your butler, Jeeves,” he piped up.
“Alstead?” I glanced at Shay. “I should have asked Cameron if he needs a butler. He can have him.”
“Has Jeeves done something wrong already?” he joked.
“He checked me out of my hotel without asking my permission.”
Shay grimaced with sympathy. “No one says no to your mom.”
“It was a violation of my privacy.”
“I swept through your hotel suite before he packed up your things,” he said nonchalantly, as though it wasn’t a big deal.
I stared at him. “You went through my things?”
“I wanted to scout ahead for anything important.” He studied me. “Found an envelope in the safe.”
I felt a wave of relief. “How did you guess my code?”
“I have a gadget. Didn’t open the letter, obviously.”
“What gadget?”
“Need to know basis.” He chuckled at that.
“What did you do with the envelope?”
“Put it in the safe in your home office.” He gave a nod of reassurance. “Jeeves let me in—nice new pad, by the way.”
I kept my annoyance hidden. “Same code?”
“Yes,” he said flatly.
The guilt I’d been feeling lifted. I hadn’t let Reese down.
Shay read my reaction. “Gonna tell me what’s in it?”
I took out my frustration on an innocent potato, slicing with vigor. “Wish someone would have asked me about the house first.”
“I heard about the surprise.” He cringed. “She means well.”
I glanced out the window at the crowd forming by the side of the café. Shay followed my line of sight.
We swapped a glance.
The people out there were living a hard existence. I wanted to go outside and hand them all money, but Cameron had told me such things needed to be handled carefully here to make sure no one got mugged.
Being here reminded me of my privilege.
“About the envelope, I get it—it’s personal,” said Shay.
I grabbed a cauliflower and peeled off the leaves. “An old girlfriend’s daughter gave me the envelope.”
“Who?”
