She kept walking as if she knew where she was going, and he followed. She slid between two slats on a fence, creating a hole that wasn’t big enough for him. To his amazement, she unlocked the gate from the inside and let him in.
A three-story red brick home, complete with pool and pool house, sat in the distance. A single candle shined through the kitchen window.
Hugh pulled Honor to a stop. “Who lives here?”
“I did at one time,” she answered. “We’ll be safe here.”
Safe for her might be different than safe for him. Orphans only dreamed of houses like this and the families that lived inside them. Had that been what drew Teddy in to begin with?
Hugh should have known. Honor was one of them. Was Honor’s silver-spooned lifestyle what had cast a spell over Teddy to make him stick around?
“You come from money?” Hugh said out loud.
She tossed a look over her shoulder, and her brows dipped. “I don’t; my grandmother does.”
“Right,” he whispered as they reached the backdoor.
“You have a key or something to get in?” he asked.
“Yeah, but it’s back at my house,” she said and gestured to the pool house. “We won’t need one to get in there, though.”
She led the way across the patio and picked up a gnome off the ground. Flipping it over, she pulled a key out of the hiding spot.
“Your family really needs to work on those hiding spots,” he grumbled, but only for a second because they finally stepped into the little house and out of the rain.
He didn’t know what to expect. Maybe a house with some floats or extra towels or such, but it was like a tiny house, even if it was bigger than Hugh’s first apartment.
She shrugged out of her raincoat and hung it up by the door before toeing off her shoes. When the shirt and jeans came off, he could do little else but stare at her.
She was perfection in a tiny package.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Get out of those clothes. We need to get warm.”
Hugh kicked off his soaked shoes and peeled of his sopping-wet socks then reached for the hem of his borrowed shirt, wincing as he lifted it over his shoulder.
She stopped him with a hand on her chest. “Here, let me help. I forgot you’re hurt.”
He lowered his arms and let her ease the shirt over his head. He reached for the button on his jeans, and she stepped back. Her cheeks tinted a nice shade of pink, as if heat was returning to her cold body. Or, she was embarrassed.
“We’ll get warmer faster if we share body heat,” he said as his gaze rested on her lips.
