To Capture a Warrior by K.J. Jackson

Author:K.J. Jackson [Jackson, K.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-25T18:00:00+00:00

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Fifteen minutes later, the hack dropped them off in front of Hunter’s townhouse.

Moving into the home, Hunter closed the door behind her and Bridget looked about the foyer. What she had seen in the darkness several nights ago was all the more evident in the daylight streaming in through the windows.

Stark white walls. No décor. Very little furniture in the adjoining drawing room, just four Grecian style chairs with sloped backs, gilded wood, and rich maroon upholstered fabric facing each other in the middle of the floor. A set of brass-handled iron fire tools by the fireplace. Dark wood floor. White walls. That was it. If she didn’t know this was Hunter’s home, she would assume no one lived here.

She looked over her shoulder. “Do you spend much time in your house?”

He didn’t answer her question, instead, he pointed up the stairs as his hand went to the small of her back and pushed her forward.

The touch of him sent a rush of heat up her spine and she moved forward, letting him guide her up to the second level. He ushered her into a room at the top of the stairs that was several doors away from his chamber at the end of the hall.

This room was also empty, except for a small bed along one wall with a blue-banded Witney point blanket tucked neatly to the mattress and a low chest adjacent to the headboard.

Hunter’s hand left her back and he walked past her, oddly moving casually from left to right in front of the window that faced the street. He glanced out to the street as he did so.

Bridget’s eyebrows drew together. “What now?”

He moved away from the window, stopping in front of her as he flicked his head backward. “Bournestein’s men are still out there. I wanted us up here directly so they think you are tending to my sister. Now would be the perfect time for you to draw the curtains.”

Bridget nodded, going to the window and making a show of drawing the serviceable grey curtains across the expanse of the window. The material gauzy, it still let plenty of light into the room.

She looked over her shoulder to Hunter. “And now?”

A conniving grin curved the corners of his lips. “Now we need to wait an appropriate amount of time. And no, I do not spend a lot of time here, to answer your question. How can you tell?”

Her hand lifted to motion around her. “There is nothing here. Very little furniture. No color on the walls. Not one picture or portrait or tapestry to adorn the walls.”

“I wouldn’t know how to even start with that.” He shrugged. “Everything here was here when I bought it. It has seemed like enough. The only visitors to the place are the other guards sleeping off the occasional bout of crapulence.” He pointed to the window. “Stay here. Move around a bit. The occasional shadow through the curtain works well.”

Hunter disappeared out the door and Bridget removed her cap and set it on the chest, smoothing the hair back in her chignon as she walked to the window.

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