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other gets hungry.”
    “Ah, I think I understood that,” he said, smiling. She really was fun.
    She grinned. “Later.”
    The door closed and Lance stared after her, his smile slowly fading. Fallon Marshall was proving to be more than a pretty face and incredible body. He just hoped she was as open and as honest as she appeared.

 
    Chapter 3
    Fallon had told Lance the truth regarding becoming engrossed with work and forgetting the time. She thoroughly enjoyed the hunt, as she called ferreting out information and places that others might have missed or presenting them in a different way to people to give them an entirely new perspective. She wanted to do that now. Very much.
    Lowering the camera, she stared down at the graceful lines of a Regency table crowded with delicate-colored crystal in various shapes in front of the window in the master bedroom suite. Thaddeus’s daughter had collected crystal. Fallon’s fingers traced the curves of the intertwined heart-shaped red crystal paperweight.
    “First-anniversary present from her husband.”
    Fallon looked up to see Lance, arms folded, long jean-clad legs crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. She accepted that he’d always make her heart race. The man certainly packed a wallop. To give her heart time to calm, her body not to want what it couldn’t have, she glanced back down. “They’re beautiful and stunning.”
    She sensed rather than heard or saw him move. “According to her journal, she’d hoped her son’s children would collect as well.”
    Sadness swamped Fallon. In spite of what had happened, her family still had one another to talk to, to be there for one another. “She and her father had so much hope for a legacy that will never happen.”
    Lance’s wide-palmed hand gently swept down her arm in a comforting gesture—which surprised and pleased her. “Perhaps not her family, but another family. I’m selling the collection in one lot, so the chances of that happening are good.”
    Fallon frowned and picked up the paperweight. “I don’t know about crystal, but since everything I’ve seen is of the highest quality I have to reason that this collection is also.”
    He nodded his dark head. “They are. Most are Baccarat like the one you’re holding.”
    “Wouldn’t your chance of selling all of them be better if they were sold separately?” she asked.
    “Possibly, but they’ll present better in a group.” His hands slid into the pockets of his jeans. “Dinner is ready.”
    She didn’t think that was his only reason, but she let it pass. She replaced the paperweight. “You help the house come alive for me. I—” Her eyes rounded as a thought struck.
    Spinning sharply, she grabbed his am, felt the warm muscles flex beneath her fingers, and tried to keep her mind on what she’d been about to say. “What if you put details about the furnishings on discreet cards? It would do the same for a lot of the buyers coming, and give people time to think about purchasing and starting their own tradition.”
    “It will be on the auctioneer notes.”
    She was shaking her head before he finished. “Some will buy on impulse, but others need time to think.”
    “Then they’ll miss out.” He took her arm and started from the room. “It’s almost seven.”
    “If you had an open house—possibly invite the local historical society, prominent collectors, to get a nice buzz—it would be great.”
    Lance threw her a skeptical glance before starting down the stairs. “The auction is in less than two weeks.”
    “To get an unhurried view of this place, they’d clear their schedule if they had to.” Fallon sniffed the air as they stepped off the last rung of the spiral stairs. “Something smells good.”
    “Roast chicken, garlic roasted potatoes, asparagus, yeast rolls.” Lance led her through the kitchen with deep mahogany cabinetry and six-inch crown molding. At least he tried to.
    “This is almost as big as my entire apartment.” Fallon