She knocked on a carved wooden door, and from deep inside the room, Wyatt could hear Gabrielle’s voice responding. Then, moments later, the door swung wide.
Her mouth fell open at the sight of Wyatt, then immediately snapped shut to form a grim line. “Oh. It’s you,” she said none too graciously.
“I think Wyatt has some business he wants to see you about,” Mary Ellen told her. She glanced at Wyatt “So I’ll leave you two alone. Rosita will be in soon with coffee.”
Wyatt thanked Mary Ellen, then stepped past Gabrielle and into the room. He’d been in the other wings of the house before, but never this particular part. The Fortunes had certainly made things more than comfortable for their mysterious houseguest.
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