jump.â
âAll?â
âYour grandmother nearly passed out when I asked her if sheâd had Basilâs letter,â he explained.
âGran? Are you telling me that you came back here yesterday? After Iâd gone to work?â
âI called in on my way to the Blue Boar. I did tell the skinny vampire that Iâd come back this morning,â he said.
âGeliâ¦â She smothered a grin. âI havenât seen her this morning. Iâve only just got up. What did Gran say?â
âShe wasnât exactly coherent, but I think the gist was that Bernard wouldnât allow her to receive a letter from Basil. She seemed panic-stricken at the thought.â
âWell, thatâs just ridiculous. Bernard was my grandfather but heâs been dead for years,â she told him.
And yet there was obviously something. It was there in the letter.
âTell me about him,â she said.
âBasil?â He shrugged. âI donât know much. Heâs just an old guy with two passions in his life. Rosie and poker.â
âHeâs a gambler? Are you saying that he puts Rosie up as surety for his bets?â
âHeâd never risk losing Rosie,â he assured her. Then added, âWhich is not to say that if he got into trouble some of his playing partners wouldnât take her in lieu if they could get their hands on her.â
âSo, what are you saying? That youâve been appointed getaway driver and Iâve been chosen to give her sanctuary?â Itâ¦not she. She was doing it now. But it explained why Basil had gone to the bother of registering her grandmother as Rosieâs keeper.
âThatâs about the gist of it,â he admitted, stretching his neck, easing his shoulders.
âDonât do that!â she said as his navy polo shirt rippled, offering a tantalising promise of the power beneath the soft jersey. Talk about distractionâ¦
Sean frowned. He didnât have a clue what she was talking about, thank goodness.
âDoes he disappear regularly?â she asked before he had time to work it out.
âI wouldnât know. Iâm his landlord, not his best buddy. But he garages Rosie with me and I was in London when he took off and he couldnât get in. It would seem that his need to disappear was too urgent to wait until morning.â
âSo, what? He dropped a note through your letter box asking you to bring her here?â
âIâm sorry about that,â he said, looking slightly uncomfortable, no doubt thinking that she was taking a dig at him for doing the same. âI assumed that once youâd read whatever was in the envelope youâd know what to do.â
What to do?
It got worse, she thought, suddenly realising exactly what this was all about.
âIâm sorry, Sean, but if youâve come here expecting to be paid your rent, youâre out of luck. I donât know Basil Amery and, even if I did, I couldnât help you. Youâre going to have to sell Rosie to recover your losses.â
âSell Rosie? Are you kidding?â
âObviously,â Elle said, back to sarcasm. âSince sheâs Basilâs pride and joy.â
âYou donât sound convinced.â
âI can think of more important things to lavish your love on. I mean, how would you react to someone youâve never heard of expecting you to run an ice cream round for him?â
Sean thought about it for a moment, then said, âWhy donât I put the kettle on? I make a mean cup of coffee.â
âI havenât got any coffee,â she said, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
âTea, then,â he said, picking up the kettle, filling it and turning it on. He took a couple of mugs off the dresser and sincethe tea bags were stored in a tin with âTEAâ on the frontâlife was complicated enough without adding to the confusionâhe found them