I stumbled out of Hendry's grasp to take in my new home. Hardwood floors that I'd already scratched stretched the length of a wide entryway. At the far end, in the left corner, was a spiral iron staircase. Doorways branched off the hallway to other rooms, but only one of them had saloon doors. Several loveseats with big, lace-trimmed pillows propped in the corners sat underneath jeweled mirrors hanging from velvet-draped walls. Lemon-scented candles burned from inside a small chandelier hanging above our heads. I liked lemon but not all at once.
"What is this place?" I asked, then glanced back at Hendry, who was watching me closely.
"It used to be a hotel. Now..." He stepped closer, the light from the candles glinting in his brown curls. "It's a brothel."
I lifted an eyebrow, the effect
