We make three additional stops. First at Giselle, who seems baffled, but doesn’t argue. I wear my practiced plastic smile as she and Damien talk. I’m not as put off by her as I was earlier, but neither do I intend to enlist her as my new best friend. Next, we track down Evelyn and Blaine to say both congratulations and goodbye. I’m in the middle of a very proper handshake with Blaine when we both look at each other and laugh. “Come here,” he says, and pulls me into a hug.
The hug I receive from Evelyn is even bolder, and as she holds me close I hear her whisper. “Glad I’m not the only one getting a little tonight.”
“Only a little?” I reply, then smile as she laughs wickedly.
“And there it is, Texas,” she says, releasing me. “That’s why I like you.” She aims a finger at me. “This week,” she says. “Photos and wine and talking trash, and not necessarily in that order.”
“It’s a date,” I say. Then realize my camera’s downstairs in the library.
“Leave it,” Damien says, when I say as much. “I promise you won’t need it.”
“I don’t know,” I counter. “I can’t think of a more beautiful sight than you standing naked in front of a window.”
“Are you under the impression there will be nakedness involved tonight?”
“I’m hopeful, Mr. Stark. I’m very, very hopeful.”
Jamie is the last person we seek out, and we find her at a table on the balcony deep in conversation with a tousle-haired guy in a Hawaiian print shirt.
Oh, no, Jamie, I think. Not another one. Not after going on and on about Raine.
“Hey, you two,” she says, looking up at us. “Louis, this is my roommate, Nikki. I’m guessing you already know Mr. Stark.”
As Damien and Louis do the meet-and-greet, Jamie’s eyes dart to me. Everything okay?
I nod. Everything’s fine. I glance at Louis. Are you—?
She wrinkles her nose and gives the slightest shake of her head. “Louis is a director,” she says breezily. “We were talking television. Great house,” she adds, turning her attention to Damien. “Greater party.”
“Glad you think so. Nikki and I just came by to say our goodbyes.”
“Oh.” She gives me a knowing look. I paste on my most innocent smile.
“Edward will take you home whenever you’re ready,” Damien tells Jamie. “Enjoy yourself.”
“Cool. Thanks.” She gives me a goodbye hug and Damien and I sneak back through the kitchen to the service area so that we aren’t waylaid by anyone catching us leaving by the stairs.
“So where are we going, Mr. Stark?” I ask as we step out into the cool night air. “Do you fancy a walk?”
“Actually, I fancy a drive.”
Usually Damien parks in front of his house. Tonight, however, the driveway has been taken over by a valet parking team called in to handle the party traffic.
I follow him around the house, frowning as we pass the attached garage. “Where are we going?”
“Someplace you haven’t seen yet.”
“Uh-huh.” I’m intrigued, and as I take his hand I glance around the property. We’re in an area north of the house, away from the lights of the party. It’s dark here, with the exception of soft landscaping lights cleverly hidden among the plants and stonework.
He’s right; despite the amount of time I’ve spent on the third floor, I’ve done very little exploring of the rest of the house or the grounds. Of course, the landscaping near the structure has only recently been completed, and beyond that perimeter of flower beds and walking paths and picnic areas, the plants still grow wild, though I see that Damien has hired someone to cut away some of the brush and install soft lighting to mark footpaths through the undergrowth.
“It’s so pretty out here,” I say as we follow a flagstone path that twines away from the house.
“It is,” he agrees, but his eyes are on me.
“Watch the path, Mr. Stark,” I say.
“I’d rather watch you.”