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Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?

—Maurice Freehill

Savannah pursed her lips and followed Luke down a softly lit hallway. Despite Luke’s formal manner, he’d decorated his home with vibrant colors and combinations. That, or hired help had made it inviting. Peach-colored plaster complimented hardwood floors and Persian rugs. Bold, colorful paintings lined the walls.

“These will be your quarters during your stay here.” Luke rolled Savannah’s suitcase into a spacious, high-ceilinged room and set her leather bag on a luggage rack. “Towels and sheets are in the armoire along with several gowns. The dresser houses the clothing you will need, and toiletries are in the washroom closet. If you have no questions, I will take my leave now.”

Words failed her. A canopy bed. Pale blue wallpaper with an intricate, carved design. Ugh, she’d nearly ruined this. She rubbed her face. If she didn’t have everything riding on this one stint as a companion, she would have thrown Luke’s ad back at him after he’d insulted her. The man was mugged. She was fortunate he still wanted a companion after such a traumatizing experience.

“Shall I take your silence as a sign you have no questions?”

She didn’t know what to make of him. He was poised, proper and talked like born royalty, yet there was a rugged side to him. A good night’s sleep would do them both good.

“Um, wait. I do have a couple questions. Where are we going? Is there a dress code?”

“An auction. Formal dress.” He shuffled in place, performing an odd dance of indecision. “If you require nothing else, I shall leave.” Forehead creased, he pivoted and left the room.

She sat on the bed with a huff. A mystery of a man, but she couldn’t deny his great taste. Creamy silk curtains framed the tall windows and paintings in this room were of landscapes with soft, muted colors. She smoothed a hand along the dark cherry wood of the bed centered in the room. Who would have guessed a rundown wreck of a building on the outside looked this beautiful within? She yawned. She’d traveled for ten or more hours and hadn’t slept in near thirty. The enormous amount of food she’d fed herself hadn’t helped either. No relaxing tonight, though.

Italy. She still couldn’t believe it. Four weeks seeing centuries old ruins and eating incredible food. Creamy risotto, salty prosciutto, aged parmigiano reggiano. Her stomach whined in protest. “Okay, I get it, you’re full.”

Better to concentrate on something else. Leaning over, she brushed a pale gold dress lying beside her with the palm of her hand. How had she not noticed it? The gown was stunning, like Luke and his home.

It wouldn’t take long for him to see she wasn’t accustomed to money, not anymore at least. She fingered the black slacks and blue collared shirt she wore. Hardly a splurge. Otherwise she would have met her potential employer wearing ripped jeans and a tank. Given his formal demeanor, she couldn’t imagine that going over smoothly.

Holding the dress, she approached a long, oval-shaped mirror. Simple, yet elegant, the gown had a matching gold belt that dressed it up further. She frowned at her reflection. Becoming a companion for medical bills didn’t make her a gold-digger, did it? She didn’t want to hurt anybody. Still, his words resonated. She’d let a complete stranger get under her skin.

“I hope you are not practicing your expressions for tonight. I daresay you will not make friends with much ease.” The sides of Luke’s mouth curved upward as he leaned against the doorframe.

More relaxed than she’d expected, his smile took her off guard. She shook her head and pretended to pick lint off her slacks as she gained composure. “You didn’t knock.” She stood, smoothed back several locks of hair.

“You left the door open,” he said.

“Oh. Guess I was lost in thought.”

“You have not washed.” He tilted his head but no expression gave away his thoughts.

“I don’t take long.” She stifled a yawn and hung her dress from a clothing rack next to the mirror. She swore she had barely sat down. Why was he checking on her already? “What time is it, anyway?” How long had she spaced? Dresser, mirror, vanity, lamp...where was a clock when you needed one? “Since I still have to shower, maybe you’d like to join me there also,” she bit out then regretted the words as soon as they’d left her mouth.

He combed her with his dark gaze, assessed her. “I have business to take care of before we leave.” He entered, holding a rectangular, red velvet jewelry box. “I only came to give you this. And make sure you did not need anything else.”

Heat rushed over the surface of her skin, and she bowed her head. She’d behaved a complete shrew but what could he expect? She hadn’t slept in over a day. The space which felt enormous when alone, suddenly grew cramped. Barefoot, her height fell near an inch below his jaw. She’d never considered herself a petite woman, but he made her feel small.

“Do not look so disappointed. I can always join you later.”

“I didn’t actually expect you to accept.”

“A shame.” Luke held up the velvet box. His expression calmed as if he couldn’t see she burned with humiliation and maybe something else she’d rather not admit. “These will complement the dress I left for you.”

“Thank you.” She pried open the lid and released a soft cry of surprise. Delicate drops of crystals hung intermingled with strands of gold, a necklace and earring set. Her hand hovered over the jewels. “They’re beautiful but I couldn’t possibly take these.” Such gorgeous jewels must have cost a fortune. With his current display of tastes, she couldn’t imagine him buying costume jewelry.

“Think of it as a loan. You can give them back afterward.”

Ah, of course. The modern day Cinderella story, only she was missing her Prince Charming. She rubbed the pale band of skin around her ring finger and a sharp pang burst in her chest. Who was she kidding? Ben was no Prince Charming. At least she no longer wore his ring. Like a sad and desperate old maid, she’d held onto their engagement long after its expiration, making too many excuses to doctors, nurses and even her friends. Lying had made it worse.

“Is something wrong?”

“Huh?” She lifted her head. “No. I got lost in thought again. I’m sorry. I admit, traveling wore me out a bit.”

“I apologize. If it were not for my business, I would not force your attendance, but I cannot leave you here alone.”

She fingered the neckline of the dress. “How did you know my size?”

“You are not the first companion I have had, Savannah. I will leave you now to shower and get dressed.” He turned and walked out of her room.

“Wait.” She brought her hand holding the box down to her side. “You’re not answering my question.” She followed him but beyond the doorframe, the hallway remained dark and empty. “Hello?”

Not even the click of footsteps echoed amid the shadows.