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over two years.
    Her heart sagged a little at the thought of leaving it behind, but soon, the fear and excitement of what lay ahead took over.
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    “ W elcome back ,” Kevin Davenport said with a smile so bright that, for a moment, Naomi felt like she never wanted to leave.
    Jeffrey started taking her bags away and she resisted the urge to stop him.
    “Don’t worry, you’ll get them back,” Kevin said, his eyes twinkling in a way that was becoming familiar to her and tugged at her insides. “I’ll show you to your quarters.”
    He turned and it was clear she was to follow him.
    As far as she could tell, her boss was going the wrong way—or some sort of roundabout way. Either way, the direction they were headed didn’t make sense.
    Why had Jeffrey brought her all the way here with her stuff, and why was Mr. Davenport following the path he took? Why would her stuff be brought to the main residence, only to have to take it to the side quarters soon?
    Jeffrey could have just dropped her off then escorted her back into the main house if Mr. Davenport had more to say to her before she settled in for the night.
    Mr. Davenport glanced at her.
    “Your eyebrows are furrowed. What is it, Naomi?”
    “I guess I don’t understand the direction we’re going?”
    “I’m showing you to a guest room.”
    Naomi still didn’t get it.
    Then it occurred to her: obviously, since everything was so new and sudden, they hadn’t quite been prepared to have her, and she’d be in the guest room until everything was ready for her in the servants’ quarters, which probably wouldn’t take long—Kevin was obviously a man who didn’t waste much time.
    Before she knew it, she’d be settling into her own unit among the other workers and learning how to fit in there.
    She relaxed.
    She started wondering what those conditions were like—did the others live like roommates in some six-bed four-bath unit or did they have their own bed-bath units with a shared kitchen and living room or something?
    “Here we are,” Mr. Davenport said, extending his arm to the room.
    Her bags had already been deposited at the foot of the bed, and Jeffrey was long gone.
    The large bedroom made her want to run in and plop onto the welcoming queen-sized bed with the beautiful lavender and white bedding immediately, but she restrained herself.
    None of her foster homes had a bedroom like this, and the motel she and Jenna stayed in for a few days before they were able to move into their latest apartment certainly couldn’t come close.
    When she toured the mansion earlier that day, all of the bedroom doors had been closed, so she hadn’t gotten a glimpse of any of them to know what to expect.
    She’d seen Kevin’s home office, the kitchen, the open areas of the foyer.
    Now, it suddenly occurred to her that it had all been deliberate—during the day, the mansion was conducive to work with those doors closed—no suggestion of rest or comfort. But now, with the bedroom doors open, it looked like a home—welcoming and inviting.
    Come and sleep on me… the large bed cooed.
    No running out of dresser space here , the set of white dressers silently bragged.
    No worries about hurting your eyes with insufficient lighting! the lamps and light fixtures whispered.
    There was even a makeup table with a dressing mirror, and from what she could see from the door a little further in, her own bathroom.
    Naomi unexpectedly felt choked up and fought hard against the emotion building in her.
    Why did the stupid bedroom affect her like this?
    “Naomi, is something wrong?”
    Kevin’s deep, concerned voice jarred her sufficiently out of her sudden emotional whirlwind.
    She mentally shook herself and flashed him a wide smile.
    “Yeah! I’m just…floored by how nice this place is. It’ll be hard to leave once you guys get my unit together.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “My place in the servants’ quarters? I figured I’m here tonight until that’s all sorted