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He stopped just inside and I turned to look at him, waiting to see what he would say…
Chapter Thirty
Corvus…
Her room was a time capsule of her life, and honestly, just what I expected. The wallpaper was outdated, light pink and white stripes, with big pink cabbage roses. A little girl’s room, and likely had been the wallpaper since she was a small child.
Layered over it was well crafted white furniture, a couple of dressers and a queen-sized canopy bed with a quilt in a pattern similar enough to match the wallpaper and tie the room together.
Pictures were tacked to a cork board mounted to the wall above one of the dressers in here. A mirror above the other, and there was a small vanity table, likewise with a mirror scattered with old makeup and perfumes that had accumulated a light layer of dust.
There was a bookshelf, the top decorated with trophies and accolades, several medals for her swim accomplishments dangling from one or more of the trophies to one side.
“Is it strange that this isexactlywhat I expected a childhood room of yours to look like?” I asked and she laughed.
“Oh, is it now?” she asked.
“Right down to the pink everything and white furniture,” I said.
She hugged me around my waist and let me pull her in.
“How about it?” I growled in her ear. “Going to let me fuck you on your old bed?”
“Absolutely,” she breathed. “Only if we’re quiet though, it can and does squeak.”
I snorted and laughed and she giggled with me, and we kissed.
“Come on, I want to show you the rest of the farm before it gets dark,” she said, and she took my hand and after depositing our pack by the bed, took me back downstairs.
We went back through the kitchen, and she pulled down a set of keys off the hook by the back door, and led me out to the pool deck back here.
I gave a low whistle. “Nice,” I said.
“I’ve got a suit here,” she said, and I grinned.
“Really?” I asked. “I think I can come up with a pair of shorts that’ll work.”
“Pfft! Chance has a million – I’ll make him lend you a pair of proper trunks.”
“Deal,” I said, and she led me past the pool and out the surrounding enclosure, down the way until we spilled out of the trail through the thicket by the house and I had to stop.
“Wow,” I said impressed. We were at the top of a rise, overlooking the rows upon rows of carefully cultivated fruit trees down below.
“Impressive, right?” she asked.
“Hell yeah,” I said.
She led me down among the trees and toward the big red barn that no doubt held the equipment required to maintain the orchards.
“You can’t see it from here, it’s on the other side of the barn, but we’re headed for the farm stand,” she said.
“Yeah?” I queried.
“I want to put together a box of things to take back with us; perks of being the owner’s daughter,” she laughed and said, “Besides. I’ve missed this place. I need to stock my kitchen for nostalgia purposes.”
I laughed at that, and said, “Torment would probably have a field day.”
“Oh, trust. I’ll get himallthe things come season.”
