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She approached him.“Why this one?”
“It’s mahogany.Same wood as his bed,” Mason answered.
Martin stood beside him.“Well, young man, you sure do have good taste.”He scratched his head.“It’s also the most expensive one I have.”
Ellen ran her hand over the smooth top.“It is exquisite.Simple, yet elegant.Understated even.”She looked at Mason and smiled.“You never cease to amaze me, Mason.You only saw that bed for a brief moment, yet you remembered it.”
Mason smiled back.“I know wood.”
“Yes, I see you do.”Ellen looked at Martin.“We’ll take it.Andat full price.”
Martin rolled his eyes.“Mrs.Trudeau, your reputation proceeds you and as I already said, I’ll charge you what I want, and you won’t know no different.”
“It’s Ellen, and I’ll pay what I want, so there.”Ellen stuck out her tongue at the man.
Mason and Martin both laughed.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Francis, I’m home and I’ve got Ellen with me,” Mason called out once he opened the back door.
Francis appeared, a smile on his face.“My dear sweet cousin,” he greeted Ellen.“I do have a bone of contention to pick with you.”
“Hello, Francis.What on earth could that be?”
“Mason came home drunk day before yesterday, and he claims that it was your doing.”
Mason laughed.
“Guilty as charged,” Ellen said, also laughing.“It’s been a very long time since I’ve had such a charming drinking companion.”
Francis bowed slightly.“If that is the case, then I apologize.I have never been able to say no to you, and if you had a pleasant time, then I cannot hold that against you.”
Ellen curtsied slightly.“You have always been the most accommodating of gentlemen.”
“Oh brother, is it ever getting deep in here.”Mason shook his head and went to the refrigerator.“Ellen, I have some lemonade if you’d like some.”
