Chapter Fifty-Six
Sin
Game Day
“I have a surprise for you,” Kwame says as we make our way up the granite-paved path from a private pool that’s only accessible through this wing of the house.
“I don't like surprises,” I admonish, but I can't help but give a smile.
“I think you'll like this one. It's set up in the east wing of the house and I can't wait to see what you think.”
We walk arm in arm through the long window-lined hallway. I glance out to the tree-dotted lawn, the tickle of irritation and worry at his declaration forgotten as I take in the views. The white corrugated roof of a building at the south end of the estate catches my eye.
I’ve been waiting for a moment to drop the request casually. “When we’re done, can you show me the lodge?” I ask Kwame.
“The storage shed? Why?” he asks.
“The art is stored away in there. Your dad said it’s inaccessible, but I don’t even know where it is.”
He frowns but shrugs. “It’s down the back terrace. All the way at the bottom on the way to that labyrinth. I’ll show you before we leave.”
“Great, thank you.” That went so much better than I'd hyped up in my head.
We walk into the lush room with its oversized, comfortable-looking chairs and vantage point that means during the day it gets the best light. I see a woman standing in front of a clothes rack and what from here looks like half a dozen people standing behind it, waiting for us.
My steps falter, and I grab Kwame's hand and squeeze it to me and stop. “What is that? Who are those people?”
“Wardrobe, make-up, your glam squad. And a stylist from the salon you mentioned.”
I chuckle and glance up at him. He remembers everything.
The first night we spent together he listened to me grumble as I put my hair in pin curls, whining about wishing I’d gone to Cole Stevens for my blowout before we left.
A young woman approaches us. “Ms. Sackey.
We are at your service. We've set up the in-home spa. We will get started, have a small break for lunch, and then finish just in time for the people who will be dressing you to arrive.”
My eyes widen and I look back at Kwame, who is watching me with a smile on his face. “Is this for real?”
“One hundred percent,” he says and grins, and then he walks over and drops a sweet kiss on my mouth and against my lips. “You deserve it, have fun. I'll see you in a bit.”