by Rose Pressey
Chapter Eleven
I woke after a few hours to the faint sound of walking around. But this wasn’t coming from either man’s room. It was coming from the attic. I was sure of it. Had the ghost returned or was it a rat? I’d prefer the ghost. Clearly, the cat wasn’t doing his job. Moonlight lit the room with a soft glow. I climbed out of bed, slid into my slippers, and headed toward the attic.
Careful of my footing, I climbed the remaining stairs, then inched across the creaking hardwood floor and down the long dark hallway. When I reached the attic door, I paused. Noise sounded from the other side again. That definitely wasn’t my imagination. Something was making a shuffling sound in there. But what? I had no choice but to open the door and find out. I didn’t even have anything to fend off the rat if it was in fact a wild creature. Where was the cat when I needed him?
I sucked in a deep breath and eased the door open. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness and I reached out to find the wall to guide me into the room. Why hadn’t I brought a flashlight? Was I really that stupid? I felt my way down the wall until I knew I was in the middle of the room. My eyes still hadn’t totally adjusted to the dark and I thought I heard movement come from the corner of the room.
There was no sense in being up here. I might as well go downstairs and get a flashlight, then come back. What if someone had broken into the house and I was now in the room with them? But why would they be in the attic? There was certainly nothing valuable up there. Other than Aunt Maddy’s old clothes, postcards, and… that was when it hit me. The book! What if someone was looking for the book? But no one knew it had been there. Even I hadn’t known until I stumbled upon it.
Just when I’d decided to turn around to leave, someone reached out and grabbed me from behind. I screamed out and fell backward onto the floor.
“Are you all right?” the baritone voice asked.
I recognized Liam’s voice right away.
“Let me help you up. Give me your hand.” He stretched his hand down.
I reached forward and my hand met his. It was strong and smooth and my heart sped up. He pulled me to my feet.
“What are you doing up here?” I whispered.
Liam didn’t answer. I didn’t want Nicholas to hear me and come running, although he’d probably already heard my scream.
“What are you doing up here?” I whispered in a harsh tone again.
He still didn’t answer right way, then finally he said, “I heard something so I thought I’d check it out.”
I supposed that was a plausible explanation, but it was odd for him to be in the attic.
My eyes had adjusted now, allowing me to find my way back to the door. I fumbled for the doorknob, then made my way out into the hallway. Liam followed closely behind me. The soft glow from a nightlight I’d installed in the hallway highlighted Liam’s handsome features. I stared at him, waiting for an explanation—although he’d already offered me one, it wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t ready to accept the story he’d given.
“What kind of noise did you hear?” I asked.
Before he had a chance to answer, a door swung open and heavy footsteps came down the hall. I whipped around to see Nicolas walking toward us.
He frowned. “Is everything okay? I thought I heard a scream.”
I pushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Liam scared me is all.”
Nicolas glared at Liam. When I looked to Liam, he had a cocky grin on his face.
“What is so funny?” I asked.
My patience was fading quickly. They were messing with my beauty sleep and I didn’t appreciate it. Liam shook his head, but didn’t answer. I looked back at Nicolas. This macho crap from them had to end.
“I heard a noise and went to check it out. Apparently Liam had heard it too. He was in the attic looking for the source of the noise,” I said.
“Is that right?” Nicolas glared at Liam.
“I’m just making sure she is safe.” Liam’s voice was courteous but patronizing.
“I suggest that everyone go back to their rooms. We can discuss this in the morning over breakfast.” Maybe I sounded a little bossy, but someone had to take care of this situation.
The men stared at each other. Their eyes spoke volumes. The only problem was I had no idea what they were saying.
Finally, I pointed down the hallway. “Bed now.”
It was like talking to kids. But someone needed to take control of the situation. I pointed down the hall until the grown men finally shuffled toward their rooms. As I watched them walk next to each other, they kept their distance, moving slow and cautious toward their rooms. I was definitely feeling the tension between them, but there was something else. They were fighting like brothers. Not to mention that they looked a lot alike. It was odd. But since they said they didn’t know each other, I had no choice but to shrug off my thoughts.
Another question was unanswered too. Had Liam really heard a noise? Was it the same sound I’d heard or was that Liam that I’d heard? What had been the noise Liam had heard? Perhaps he’d heard the ghost.
I followed them down the hallway until both men disappeared into their rooms, shutting their doors with a bit of force. I hoped that was the last disruption I had for the evening.
With one last glance back, I went back down the flight of stairs to the second floor. Lifting the cat out of my spot, I crawled back into bed and stared at the ceiling for what seemed like forever. My thoughts ran wild in my head. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind. Thoughts of the book popped into my mind. If Liam was looking for it, he could easily find it downstairs. Why would he want that book? Where had the mysterious tome come from and how would I find out?
I finally dozed off and didn’t wake until the morning sun streamed through the window and splashed across my face. When I finally remembered that I had guests, I glanced over at the clock. It was five minutes after eight. I was the worst innkeeper in the history of hospitality.
I jumped up and didn’t even bother to put on my bunny slippers. My feet slipped as I raced down the stairs and I reached out, grabbing the banister to keep from toppling headfirst all the way to the bottom. When I righted myself, I hurried the rest of the way, then raced through the house. Reaching the kitchen door, I stopped short, attempting to catch my breath, but my lack of breath wasn’t just from the running.
