Now why, he wondered, did he feel such a hot stab of jealousy toward this mysterious cousin he’d never even met?
“And you think, what? That your filled-in knothole might be the entrance to this hidden passageway?”
She chuckled. “Sounds pretty farfetched, I know. But I needed a break from redoing the chimney points. And when I got to thinking about it, there’s a whole lot of space around the fireplace, on every single floor, that doesn’t seem to fit properly on the blueprint I worked up.”
“A blueprint.” Was there anything she couldn’t do? “You made up your own blueprint of this house?”
Devon waved a dismissive hand. “It’s nothing professional, just something I whipped up on the computer.”
It looked awfully professional to him. Lucas stared at Devon’s laptop screen, and visually traced
