Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Kelsey started pointing out places in Dallas as we drove downtown. My hand was clutching onto the door handle so hard, my knuckles were turning white. I thought Paris traffic was bad, but Dallas was insane. Of course, Kelsey drove like one of the taxi drivers you find in New York or Paris. Like a bat out of hell.
“That is the building that Mr. Dahlstrom owns. Well, one of them. Beck works there. And he lives in this one.”
I looked up at the tall glass building that disappeared as Kelsey drove into the garage. She parked in a marked spot, and we were soon riding up the elevator to the top floor.
Kelsey walked up to a door, slipped the key in, and opened it. Then she handed the key to me. “This is for you. Come on in, and I’ll show you around really quick.”
The moment I stepped inside, I sucked in a breath. “Wow. This wasn’t what I was expecting.”
Kelsey laughed.
The door opened to a long hall with beautiful wood floors and stark white walls.
“Bathroom number one is here to the left. Then you walk right into the kitchen. It’s not big, but perfect for a guy like Beck.”
The appliances were all top of the line, and the backsplash was white tiles with black grout.
“The little eat-in table is the only one to eat at unless you go outside; there’s a table and two chairs on the balcony. It’s still pretty decent weather, so you can sit out there and not sweat.”
We walked farther into a good-size living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed a view of downtown Dallas.
“That is one heck of a view.”
Kelsey gazed out and nodded. “It is.”
I glanced around the room and noticed there wasn’t a TV in the living room. There was a sliding barn door on the one wall that led to another area of the apartment, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was the only country thing in the very contemporary home.
“In here, behind the barn doors, is where all the bedrooms are.”
My mouth gaped when she pulled back the barn door to reveal a spiral staircase in the middle of the room. Kelsey totally ignored it, pointing to a door to the left. “That room is a guest space. This room is Beck’s office,” she said, as she opened a door to reveal a stunning office with rich browns and creams.
“And here’s Beck’s room.”
We walked in, and I slowly spun in a circle. Tall ceilings with exposed beams made the space look bigger than it really was. More floor-to-ceiling windows let in so much light, I wondered if there were room-darkening blinds so he could sleep.
The bed was a stunning antique sleigh bed that had crisp white bedding and a red and white quilt at the bottom. I put my suitcase down and followed Kelsey into the bathroom.
“Holy shit,” I said, as Kelsey laughed.
“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
“It’s nicer than the spa I used to go to in France.”
She grinned.
The walls were covered in brown and cream travertine tile. The floors had a lighter shade of travertine. Double sinks with white bowls that looked like they were floating on top of the concrete counters.
I turned to see a giant walk-in shower that would easily fit ten people. I was already picturing what was going to happen in that shower. My cheeks heated, and Kelsey cleared her throat.
“Okay, well, I have to get back to the office. Do you need anything? The fridge should be stocked, Beck said.”
“No, I’m good. Thank you so much, Kelsey.”
As she made her way toward the living area, I asked, “Oh wait. Where does the spiral staircase take you?”
She grinned, then winked. “I’ll let you discover that one.”
I glanced at it, then quickly followed her to the door. “Remember, I have a food delivery for you coming soon. Don’t forget to text Beck, also.”
“Okay, can you just come back to Montana with me? I could really use someone like you to be my assistant.”
She laughed. “Trust me, if I thought I had a chance to work in Montana, my husband and I would jump at it.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s a writer. He writes mystery novels, so he can work from anywhere. We also have two young kids, and they’re not in school yet, so he also has his hands full there.”
I nodded as I held the door open. “Thank you again, Kelsey. It was so nice meeting you.”
She waved at me and called out, “Toodles!”
The moment the door shut, I raced back to the spiral staircase and ran up. I opened the door at the top and gasped.
“Oh. My. Gosh!”
It was a rooftop terrace—and it was beautiful. The door opened immediately to a covered area that had outdoor furniture. A bar was across the terrace, also covered. Beautiful pots of plants were sprinkled all over, giving it the perfect amount of color. I approached the nearest one and saw there were small micro sprinklers in the pots.