Chapter 343

Chloe gaped at the sight. It looked like something that should be a wedding venue or preserved as a historic sight. It was huge and she could just imagine the balls they must have had back in the day with the women in their long, Victorian gowns and the men in frock coats and breeches. Declan trotted up the stairs as if he wasn't walking on the stone that had been around almost as long as the country had been a federation. It was so at odds with the man she knew. His hotels were modern and state of the art and here he was dwelling in a two hundred-year-old house. The man had depths and layers that she hadn't even begun to plumb. He turned when he had the door open and smiled down at her. “Well come on then,” he said, “there's more to gape at inside. I think there might even be some scotch as old as the house somewhere.” Chloe shook her head as she climbed the stairs. He kept on surprising her and she wondered if she would ever really know the complete man beneath the façade he wore. Br