Friday
Heath was pleased enough with Aislen’s behaviour to feed her in the farmhouse-style kitchen with its polished wooden benchtops and shaker profile doors painted a soft moss green.
The Triquetra had opened up the rear of the house, putting in French doors on the balcony, so that light streamed in. There were comfortable, natural-toned, leather couches and a TV on one side, and a vintage dining table in distressed white paint, complete with gothic styled Queen Anne chairs upholstered in dark grey. The lighting was twisted wrought iron chandeliers, and the fridge and appliances were top of the range and expensive.
It was a blend of all three men, she thought, and it worked, each detail complimenting and offsetting the other, a bit like the Triquetra themselves. Though, there was te
