Ford was surprised at the space he stepped into, and might have wondered if he'd mistaken the address if it wasn't for Macnair there to greet him. There was nothing here, though. The scattered furniture and the occasional boxes were nothing to the lavish estate Macnair had received him in last time he'd visited. Ford's lips parted slightly and a shiver ran through his spine. They were alone — that was what this meant, with all the emptiness and the disarray. This wasn't a mansion with half of the third floor dedicated to housing an ever-present collection of servants. They were really, entirely alone.
He locked eyes with Macnair and found his throat was already dry — not an ideal start. Macnair seemed so casual about this, with his I'm glad you could make it, and so confident, as always. Did he know that this moment was the only thing Ford had been thinking about all day? Would he have cared if he did?
"Of course," he managed. As though he could have said no.
He locked eyes with Macnair and found his throat was already dry — not an ideal start. Macnair seemed so casual about this, with his I'm glad you could make it, and so confident, as always. Did he know that this moment was the only thing Ford had been thinking about all day? Would he have cared if he did?
"Of course," he managed. As though he could have said no.
Set by Lady!