Chapter 27

“How about I show you around?” suggested Dane. “Give you an idea of what you’re in for.”

Both men stood simultaneously.

“This, quite obviously, is the formal lounge.” Dane stepped past Ryan and detected the scent of pheromones. He turned, deliberately, to inhale once more, and felt a rush of blood to his groin. “Follow me,” he said, stealing a glimpse at the bulge in Ryan’s blue jeans.

“Here is the dining area,” he said, skirting the oversized dining table. “Through there is the living room.” He walked into the kitchen. “You can see the sunroom through those French doors. This”—he thrust out a hand—”is the kitchen.”

Ryan nodded and made small noises to demonstrate he was listening.

“Here,” said Dane, leading Ryan down the hallway towards the “east wing,” “we have bedroom one.” He gestured to the first door they came to. “Bedroom two.” Similarly gesturing.

They turned the corner.