Page 40 of Lunar Diamonds
“Hi there,” Isaac said, scurrying over to shake his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” he answered with a gruff baritone.
This guy was built from pure muscle, his white vest showing off his big, dark-brown arms.
Isaac practically drooled. “What’s your name?” He purred, loosening a button on his shirt.
“Ollie is our handyman, and my son,” Erin answered. “And sometimes a butler.” She chortled, Ollie’s hazel eyes glancing between us.
Isaac didn’t say anything, keeping his attention on the guy.
“Don’t get used to him,” Erin added. “He’ll be leaving us on February first to join the High Coven as a witchcop.”
“In Coldharbour?” Isaac asked coquettishly.
“Yeah,” Ollie answered abruptly.
Isaac seemed unperturbed by the cool response. “Good for you. I wish you the best of luck.”
Ollie ignored him.
Erin asked her son to fetch the tea, champagne, and some nibbles, then asked us to gather on the sofas.
“He’s too hot to live,” Isaac whispered to me. “I want to see his toolbox.” He gave me gentle nudge with his elbow.
I giggled.
Isaac sighed dramatically. “But let’s get serious.” He snapped a finger, pointing at the sofas.
We sat together on the sofa parallel to the fire, while Erin occupied the left one. My bum thanked me along with my legs, the softness of the cushions pure bliss for the body.
Erin crossed her legs, resting her folded hands on her knees. “Allow me to extend the warmest welcome to the House of Aurora.”
Ollie returned with a tea trolly carrying goodies. He laid out packets of crisps and biscuits on the table, and prepared my tea for me—milk, one sugar.
I took the cup from him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He answered me with a little more warmth.
Ollie popped the champagne and poured it out. When Isaac thanked him, the coolness returned in his response.
Isaac made seductive eyes at him, but Ollie never looked at him once.
Isaac huffed, sipping his bubbles as the handyman departed.
“Help yourselves to the snacks,” Erin said.
“Is he single?” he asked.
“Who?” Erin responded.
“Ollie.”
“Yes. He’s single.” She didn’t elaborate, taking a sip of her champagne.
Maybe Isaac shouldn’t be asking this stuff right now.
“I see.” He drank more champagne.
