Roark caught up to her halfway up the stairs. “You’ll get lost if you don’t wait.”
She continued up the stairs. “I thought I’d wait at the top of the stairs.”
“You need more of a head start than that if you want to beat me.”
“I’ll remember that.”
From the top of the stairs, he walked to the end of the hall. “My room is here on the right. Yours is across the hall. I hope you find it comfortable.”
“I’m sure it will be fine.” She walked over to the door and entered. She stopped just inside after she shut the door. She looked around and realized this was the sitting room. Two doors led off into the sitting room. She opened one and found the bathroom. Marble double sinks with beautiful chrome faucets.The other door must lead to the bedroom.
As she walked farther into the sitting room, her jaw dropped lower and lower until she was afraid she’d step on it.
The sitting room was gigantic and decorated with rose wallpaper and rose brocade furniture. Her computer bag sat on the desk. Her suitcases were nowhere to be seen, so she assumed they were in the bedroom.
She headed there, into another breathtaking scene. Dominated by a king-size four-poster bed, the room still seemed big. Beside a bureau with a mirror stood a chest of drawers that was nearly as tall as she was. Beautifully carved nightstands sat on each side of the bed. The wood, either oak or maple, lent a warm feeling to the room, and all the furniture was made of the same wood.
Her suitcases were at the foot of the bed. She rolled them around to the side nearest the bureau and then lifted them onto the covers. She opened both and pulled out the clothes she needed. Shedding her outfit, she donned jeans, a soft, worn flannel shirt in a red plaid design, and her old, well-loved cowboy boots. Wishing she had a hat; she tied her long hair back into a ponytail.
She applied lip balm and was out the door.
Roark waited in the hall. “You’re faster than I thought you’d be.”
“I knew exactly what I was going to wear.” She looked at him and laughed. “I didn’t know we were going as twins.”
He, too, wore a red plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. “Should I go change?”
“No. It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”
“It doesn’t. Let’s head back out to the barn and introduce you to Sunny.”
A smile spread across her face and she shoved her hands in her pockets to keep from doing a fist pump. “I can’t wait.”I hope I remember how to ride. I don’t want to embarrass myself by falling off in front of Roark.