before perusing the four bedrooms and two baths. When she’d finished, she turned toward him and shook her head. “You could open a bed-and-breakfast with all this space.”
“After one of my breakfasts, I’d be out of business. Maybe a shelter for the homeless. They would appreciate cold cereal and coffee or a frozen entrée for dinner. That’s all I know about cooking.”
She chuckled before she turned and descended the stairs.
* * *
At the bottom of Quinn’s staircase, Ava’s head spun. The place equaled some of the loveliest homes in the prestigious areas of Oakland County. Good-looking and available, he lived in this magnificent house alone. Why had he never married? The questions kept coming. Her fingers curled into a knot as if the tight fist could keep her curiosity under wraps. “Do you want to talk now?”
He arched a well-shaped brow. “Why not?” Quinn motioned toward the family room, so she turned down the hallway and stepped into the vast room with a homey fireplace and lovely windows that looked out into what had been a garden, a beauty, she guessed. Apparently Quinn didn’t know much about landscaping, either. His plumbing issues plunged into her mind along with his admission of knowing nothing about cooking. So what did he know?
When she stepped through the foyer into the family room, he motioned toward a chair. He remained standing, and she looked at him a moment before sinking into the soft leather.
“Would you like something to drink? Coffee? A pop?” He’d strode toward the archway into the kitchen.
“I’m fine, but thanks.”
He shrugged and vanished through the doorway while she looked past the fireplace to the view out the window. The garden could be lovely if cared for. She enjoyed planting flowers and always longed for a place to do real landscaping instead of putting a few annuals along the porch edge. Her gaze drifted over the saddle-brown leather sofa and the straight lines of the furniture. No photographs or artwork hung on the walls, nothing personal to give her a clue about his taste. She lowered her eyes when Quinn’s muted footsteps hit the carpet.
He headed toward her, carrying two glasses of water and set one on the table beside her. “Just in case.”
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