Kit opened yet another door and ushered Eva into a room far too large to feel as cosy as it did. It was a lovely mix of a sitting room, library and study, with comfortable chairs and a sofa tucked around a fireplace at one end, bookshelves covering the back and side walls and a wide wooden desk with two computer screens facing the seating area. The far wall was a series of French doors leading out to the terrace.
“This was Grandma’s ‘work room’ as she called it. Please make it yours for as long as you’re here.”
However long that was going to be. Eva’s head was still spinning over the events of the past few days. She smiled at Kit and replied. “Thank you, it’s a lovely room.”
And it was, everything she could have dreamed of as the perfect bolt-hole and workspace. A beautiful blend of golden-brown wood, sky blue fabric and touches of cream to keep it light and airy.
Kit continued. “I had a decent internet connection put in a couple of years ago, so you should be able to deal with any work matters.”
He was over by the desk now, opening and closing the drawers. Could it be he was feeling as awkward and nervous as she was?
He paused, frowning at something in a drawer. “There’s a letter here for you.”
“What?” Eva joined him.
Sure enough, there was an envelope – the kind wedding invitations were sent in – with her name scrawled across the front.
The DNA of Stories 