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“What happened to Christmas?”
“I don’t know.” She quirked a shoulder. “When I got upstairs, the kitchen was clean, and they were gone.”
Chuckling, Ian carried her into the living room.
“What?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Keeler must be, uh…busy.” He winked.
“No way.” Pulling her head back, Breanna wrinkled her nose as if what he just implied was utterly ridiculous. “They’re too old to…you know.”
“Think sixty-year-olds don’t fuck?”
“I just can’t picture it, and I don’t think I want to,” she said with a shake of her head.
“Then picture this.” Ian nipped at her lip with his teeth. “I’m going to be fucking this pretty pussy right here when I’m sixty, eighty, and God willing, when I’m a hundred.”
“Think so, do you?”
“I know so,” he said with the utmost confidence, easing her feet to the floor. “But right now, you and me…” He waved his finger back and forth between them. “…we’ve got some searching to do.”
Taking advantage of an opportunity to go through Valerie’s rooms with Ted and Francie otherwise occupied, Ian took Breanna to the third floor. Rather than chance his aunt or uncle alerting Derek without meaning to, he figured it was best to be discreet about what they were doing up here.
She stood at the unlit fireplace. He watched her gaze flit from the carpets to the walls, seeming to take in the room.
What is she thinking?
He wondered.
Because taking everything in stride so far, Breanna hadn’t reacted at all as Ian expected her to.
He picked up the photo of the teenage girl from the mantel. Red bikini. White polka-dots. Pink ice cream. “How old were you here?”
“Summer before junior year, so, nineteen—almost twenty,” she said, turning around. “What are we looking for, Sinjin?”
“Papers.”
Blue eyes narrowing, her brows pulled together.
“Your grandmother’s Will, for starters—the original one.” Trust documents I’m almost certain exist. “Even a certified copy will do. They have to be here somewhere.”
“Wouldn’t your uncle have kept copies at his office?”
“Without a doubt.”
Breanna tugged on his arm. “Let’s just go to Sacramento and get them, then.”
“Have you forgotten that’s where Derek is?” If they found nothing here, however, Ian would gladly risk it. “Besides, it’s to our advantage if we let him believe he’s holding all the cards.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because I have a plan.” Running his fingers through her hair, he kissed her brow. “But we need those documents.”
They went through every closet. Skimmed the pages of every book. Opened every drawer. Together, they looked high and low but found nothing.
“Where else could they be? Downstairs in the study?”
Ian shook his head. “I use that room all the time, so I think I would’ve seen them, but we can check.”
