Chapter Twenty-One
Ian stepped into the bedroom next to his, the one at the end of the hall. “Your room. I’m next door, so if you need anything, just scream.” He closed the door behind him, then walked over to the royal blue loveseat and put Lizzie’s backpack on the stone floor.
“Who was living here?”
“No one.”
She joined him on the loveseat. “But it’s furnished, and there are sheets on the bed.”
“All the rooms are furnished. As for the sheets and curtains, one of the juniors must have prepared it for you.”
“Are all the rooms here exactly the same?”
“Only on this floor. The juniors’ rooms are smaller. Way smaller, and they have to share.”
“How did you guys even afford this place anyway?”
“We’ve been in this house since way back.” He paused and looked at her. “Are you all right? Ev
