He scowls and looks away. “I’ll make sure you get more knitting supplies and crossword puzzles.”
I glare at him, but it doesn’t do a lick of good because he’s not actually looking at me. Why is he not looking at me? What is he hiding?
My heart drums hard against my chest and I find myself thinking about all the women he used to parade around here. Tall women, short women. Skinny women, curvy women. I’ve seen every hair color, ethnicity, and body type come through this estate. The one thing they all had in common was that each and every one of those women were absolutely gorgeous—and they knew it.
It strikes me that I’ve just assumed Uri stopped entertaining his Playboy Playmate dates at the estate since I entered it. But who’s to say if that’s true or not? Now that I really think about
