Dark Callings (Phoenix Intelligence Agency) by Taige Crenshaw Read Free Book Online

released her then moved back. She glanced around the area—there was a garden on each side of the pathway and she knew there was much more to see on the property. She returned her attention to Lennox’s house.
    She’d visited Christos’ home before and his grounds were also huge, but the house was a more Tudor-style structure, though it had the same enormous size and amount of floors. Harmony had been impressed and knew it fitted Christos’s personality—refined, yet warm and protecting. Lennox’s home, on the other hand, took her breath away. It revealed so much more about him. The place gave her an insight into the man Lennox kept hidden from most of the world. He presented such a cold persona, but she could tell this was his sanctuary, where he let himself be free. It showed the deep, caring man beneath. She turned to him where he stood silently by her side. Lennox’s silver gaze was steady, showing nothing of his thoughts.
    “I hope there’s a tour of your house and grounds involved on this date. It’s beautiful, Lennox.”
    “A partial one. It’s too much for one visit. We’ll work our way through the place, like the cartoon and shows. Thank you for your kind words.” He bowed his head regally, then gestured for her to precede him.
    Harmony ignored him and closed the distance between them. She noted he held her garment bag. She put out her hand. Lennox took the hint and grasped her hand. They strolled to the steps and ascended. On the porch, she craned her neck, trying to see everything. She disentangled her fingers and walked the length. At the other end, she stopped before the hanging swing. The braided material that held it was nothing like she had ever seen. She touched it, and it warmed in her hand. Harmony pulled away, then stroked her fingers along the wrought iron of the sides of the swing. She pressed against the floral padding of the seat. She turned, stepping out of her sandals before she sat, scooting backwards until she rested against the various-sized cushions. She wiggled her toes, which rested at the edge of the swing.
    “This is almost like a bed. I bet you sleep out here all the time.” With her toes, Harmony jostled the nearby fern in the stone planter before sitting back again.
    “I do, sometimes.”
    “What are you waiting for? Come on up,” she beckoned.
    “I have breakfast waiting for us.”
    “Can’t it keep?” she wheedled.
    “Sure.”
    Lennox retreated to the table and chairs covered in matching fabric. He placed the garment bag over one of the chairs. Lennox turned, before striding to her. Harmony held back a moan at the leashed power in his movements. He looked luscious in jeans—they hugged his thighs. Lennox sat next to her but made no move to join her as she reclined.
    Harmony grabbed his shirt and tugged. “No need to perch on the edge like that. Come on, I won’t bite. Yet.” She laughed.
    Lennox glanced at her. “Maybe I’ll be doing the biting.” He grinned wolfishly.
    Harmony laughed in glee. Lennox moved to rest beside her. He shifted his shoulder against the cushions then settled. Harmony pressed along his side. Lennox went stiff, then relaxed. He curled his arm over her shoulder. She averted her face to hide her grin from him. Silently, they looked over the rail of the porch into the yard beyond. A sense of rightness encompassed Harmony. She blinked, trying to not fall asleep.
    “Time to get up. The swing has the sleep effect.” Lennox moved, pulling her with him.
    “I want to sleep.”
    Lennox ignored her, bringing her to stand with him. He guided her in the direction they had come, grabbing the garment bag on the way. Lennox opened the front door, and they went in. Harmony viewed the foyer. The captivating and comfortable environment continued inside. Lennox touched her waist. She moved with him, going as he urged. He showed her various rooms as they passed, but they didn’t stop. In the kitchen, she was awed at the space. It was a chef’s