Cut and Run 08 Ball & Chain (7 page)

Livi stood in the foyer, extending her arms. “Welcome to Stanton Hall. I can give you the grand tour now, take you right to the kitchen for some snacks, or show you where your rooms are so you can rest.”

Kelly and Nick both raised their hands, and said almost in unison, “Rest, please.”

Livi laughed and nodded. She took Amelia from Zane, rubbing her nose against the baby’s cheek. “I’ll show you to your room.”

Nick and Kelly trailed after her, still checking out the massive house as they climbed the grand staircase.

“I wouldn’t mind a bite to eat,” Zane said. “Maybe some coffee.”

Ty took a step and craned his head, watching Nick and Kelly as they disappeared onto the second level. “I’d like a tour.”

Deuce took Ty’s arm in his to lean on him as he walked. “I’ll lead Zane to the kitchen and give you a halfass tour, how about that?”

“Where is everyone?” Zane asked.

“Guests won’t arrive until the day of the ceremony. Until then, it’s just family and the wedding party.”

“Jesus, Deacon, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?” Ty hissed.

Deuce lowered his voice, trying not to laugh. “I was just going for the hot yoga girl, okay?”

Zane cackled as he followed after them.

Deuce led them through the great hall, pointing out different rooms as they passed. There was a gentleman’s study and a billiards room, a living room and a parlor, an office with the door closed, a sitting room, a morning room and a dining room, and a hallway that led off toward even more rooms, which Deuce claimed included a pool and a theater.

The kitchen was located at the bottom of a flight of curved stairs. Zane had to duck.

A white-haired, cherubic little woman was bustling around the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared what looked like a simple, huge dinner. She stopped and smiled when she noticed them.

“Gentlemen, this is Mrs. Aileen Boyd. Stanton Hall’s cook,” Deuce told them. “Mrs. Boyd, this is my brother Ty and his partner Zane.”

Aileen came over to greet them. She had a splotch of flour on her cheek. She was holding a large knife in one rubber-gloved hand. Ty discreetly leaned away from it. “Lovely to meet you both,” she said, her smile genuine and warm. “You’ve come for food, have you?”

Zane glanced around the kitchen and shook his head. “You’re so busy here, we wouldn’t dare bother you.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Aileen said with a wave of her hand that coated Ty in a fine mist of flour. “You’ve been traveling, and big boys need big food. Here, you just take whatever you need.” She headed back to her work station, offering up the entirety of the kitchen to them.

Ty gave Deuce a hesitant glance, and Deuce shrugged. They made themselves small plates of food to tide them over until dinner. Zane found himself admiring the pristine kitchen. There were four ovens, two glass-fronted refrigerators, a large stainless steel walk-in freezer, and what seemed like miles of counter space full of pots, pans, appliances, and food. The walls were made of stone, decorated with carved figures. It seemed supremely odd that a kitchen would be covered with carved angels, but he swiftly realized a subterranean room this expansive could only have begun life as one thing: a chapel.

“We’ll get out of your hair now, Mrs. Boyd,” Deuce called. She waved cheerily, and they took their plates with them and headed back up the winding stairwell to the main hall.

Deuce led them toward what he called the morning room, and there they found several small tables set up for dining. At one of them, a man was polishing a brass candlestick with a blue cloth. He startled when they appeared, then put a hand to his chest and smiled at them. “Gave me a bit of a jump.”

“I’m sorry, Hamish,” Deuce offered. “I’m giving my brother and his partner a little tour. Guys, this is Hamish Boyd, the house manager. Hamish, this is Ty and Zane.”

“Boyd?” Ty asked. “Did we just meet your wife?”

“Indeed, if you were exploring the kitchen.” Hamish finished his polishing and set the candlestick back in its rightful spot. “Would you like anything?”

“No, Hamish, thank you,” Deuce answered.

Hamish gave a nod and picked up another candlestick to polish. Ty turned until he was staring at Deuce, a smirk curling his lips.

“What?” Deuce asked.

“You have a butler. I’m judging you so hard right now,” Ty said under his breath.

Zane tried desperately to muffle his laughter as the tour continued.

Nick and Kelly followed Livi into the suite she had designated as theirs. The room was modern, with silver-toned floors and ebony-stained furniture. A four-poster bed with sparkling, gray netting sat opposite an intricate fireplace, complete with an ornate mirror and corbels carved into angels. A silver chandelier cast gentle light on sumptuous gray-toned linens.

On the outside of the door was a little wooden sign with their names carved in it, a stylized ampersand between, hung with a red ribbon. Livi blushed as Nick looked it over.

“I’m really sorry, I completely misunderstood when Ty called and told me the name of your guest,” she said. “I can have another placard made for you.”

Nick laughed and jerked his thumb at Kelly. “Blame the doc, he’s the one with the girl name.”

Kelly jabbed him in the ribs. “Don’t worry about us. I’m sure you’re up to your ears in things to deal with, so you can mark us right off your list. We’re happy.”

Nick nodded in agreement, still trying to catch his breath. The little girl kept grinning at Nick, reaching her hand out to him, but Nick wasn’t comfortable responding. He didn’t handle children well.

Livi smiled, her shoulders slumping in relief. She hitched Amelia higher on her hip. “Thank you both. For so many things. I can’t even begin.”

Nick managed a weak smile at Amelia before meeting Livi’s eyes again. He could see the strain around her eyes and mouth, the worry she was trying to hide behind the task of being a hostess. This was not the way a blushing bride was supposed to feel. For the first time, Nick truly began to worry.

“Well, I’ll leave you to rest up,” Livi said. “There’s a welcome dinner tonight at seven on the back patio. After that, Deacon and I will try to fill you guys in on what’s going on.”

“Sounds good,” Nick said, keeping his voice gentle.

Kelly held his fist up as Livi passed, and Amelia gave him a fist bump over her mother’s shoulder. She giggled as Livi carried her out. Kelly chuckled and pushed the heavy door shut after them, leaving him and Nick alone for the first time in almost twenty-four hours.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and just as Nick was about to step closer, Kelly smiled slyly and moved away. He peered at the fireplace, walking with his hands in his pockets. Nick trailed after him, watching the way Kelly’s shoulders moved, the way he cocked his head and exposed his neck.

“Kels,” Nick whispered.

Kelly turned to grin at him. “When are we going to tell them?”

“If we tell Ty now, he’ll go ballistic, and we’ll ruin that poor girl’s wedding. And you know it.”

Kelly laughed. “So . . . the plane ride home so he can’t be armed?”

“Agreed,” Nick growled. He took a last step and grabbed Kelly by his upper arms, shoving him against the paneled wall beside the fireplace. He pressed their bodies together and kissed Kelly hungrily.

Kelly flailed, reaching out to grab at the closest thing for leverage. His hand fell on one of the angel corbels, the one whose bent wing was attached to the fireplace by a dainty ball and chain. Something clinked inside the fireplace, and before they could break the kiss, the wall gave way behind Kelly’s back and they both went tumbling into a hollow space behind it.

Nick tried to catch himself on the edge of the new opening, but Kelly didn’t let go of him and they crashed gracelessly to the floor. They were both laughing before the dust settled.

“Ow,” Kelly groaned, still giggling. “What the hell happened?”

Nick pushed himself up, looking around. The walls were hollow, with at least two or three feet of space between the thick stone and plaster of each room. The passageway came to a dead end where the hallway was, but in the other direction it seemed to turn a corner on the outer wall. Shafts of light pierced the darkness in odd places, highlighting cobwebs and floating dust motes.

“This place just gets creepier and creepier,” Nick muttered. He shoved up, helping Kelly off the floor and dusting both of them off. They peered at the bend in the passageway, then met each other’s eyes.

“Want to see where it goes?” Kelly asked, his eyes sparkling.

“Hell, yeah.”

They got out their phones, turning on the flashlight apps. Kelly took the lead, Nick’s hand on the small of his back as they moved together with practiced ease in the small space. When they got to the bend in the passageway, it stretched off in both directions like Nick had suspected, but it also presented them with a narrow set of stone spiral stairs. They each aimed their lights in opposite directions. Several feet off, the wall came down so low they would have to crawl to get under it. Nick assumed that was the window casing.

“Up or down?” Kelly asked.

Nick put his lips against Kelly’s ear, smiling. “Down.”

Kelly shivered, leaning back into Nick’s hand briefly. They managed not to give in to temptation just then and instead headed down the steps to see where they’d end up. The steps were so narrow Nick’s foot didn’t fit on them even if he turned it sideways. His shoulders brushed both sides of the staircase. He was glad he wasn’t claustrophobic because it felt a little like getting stuck in a hole as they descended.

Kelly looked at him once the staircase was so tight that he had to turn to get down it. “Guess this rules out showing Ty this shit.”

Nick nodded. Ty would go into a full-fledged panic trying to get down these things.

At the base of the staircase it opened up again. There were more shafts of light that Nick guessed were peepholes into rooms. He also assumed there were more ways in and out, but he saw no indications along the walls. Kelly went to the first peephole and peered through, then made room for Nick to look.

The room beyond was the gentleman’s study, decorated with heavy, rich materials rather than light, modern ones like the other rooms they’d seen. Green medallion carpeting, heavy wood, leather seating. The walls were paneled in leather, and the scent of expensive cigars lingered even over the smell of ancient wood inside the passage.

Deuce and Zane were sitting in leather club chairs near the fireplace, and Ty was perched on the arm of Zane’s chair as they talked.

Deuce was in the middle of speaking to Ty. “The Stantons are very . . . please don’t wave any weaponry or kill anything in their presence.”

Ty held up his hand. “Promise.”

“That’s the Girl Scout pledge, Ty,” Deuce observed, deadpan.

Ty looked at the fingers he’d raised and then sneered at Deuce.

“You’re not really expecting us to need weaponry, are you, Deuce?” Zane asked.

“He never needs an excuse,” Deuce’s reply was as long-suffering as his gesture at Ty. They laughed, but then Deuce grew serious once more. “The truth is, I don’t know. When we sit down tonight with Theodore, I think we’ll all learn a little more about it.”

Ty and Zane both gave worried nods.

“Thanks for bringing your friends,” Deuce added. He sounded weary.

“Always.” Ty glanced up and around the study, like he was sensing something off. He visibly shivered. “This place gives me the creeps, man.”

Deuce laughed.

“No, seriously, I feel eyes on me in here.”

Kelly snorted. Nick quickly clapped a hand over his mouth and nose, biting his own lip so he wouldn’t laugh as well.

Ty’s head whipped around and his eyes darted back and forth over the section of wall they were behind. His sharp hearing had picked up on them, and the display of his predatory senses made the hairs on the back of Nick’s neck stand up. He gripped Kelly tighter, and they both held their breath.

“Did you hear that?” Ty asked.

Deuce laughed harder.

“Yeah, Ty, the walls are talking to you,” Zane teased.

“I heard something.”

“You two go get some rest before dinner,” Deuce urged, still snickering. “Before Ty opens up some sort of paranormal investigation.”

“That’s not funny,” Ty insisted as his piercing eyes raked over their hiding spot one last time. Nick wondered how in the hell the peepholes were concealed if Ty couldn’t spot it. Ty turned to follow Deuce and Zane out, but Nick could tell he was on the alert now just by the way he carried himself. His voice trailed off as they left the room. “This place is creepy, Deacon.”

Nick and Kelly barely held in their laughter.

Kelly grinned widely. “This could be fun. Want to see where else it leads?”

Nick was grinning and nodding. “Want to go get naked first?”

“Yeah.” He took Nick’s hand and tugged him toward the stone steps.