Chapter 3Ian surreptitiously wiped his face. “How do you know about the house?” He asked in suspicion, standing abruptly and spilling the wine from his glass. Flustered he said, “I’m so sorry. I’ll pay to have the rug cleaned.”
“No worries. Marie Claire knows how to get out wine stains—gods know she’s cleaned enough of them.”
Still a bit angry, he stared down at Rémy and asked, “Why were you messing in my personal business?” He couldn’t alienate this man, but he didn’t like that Rémy snooped.
“I have a vested interest.” Rémy smiled.
Ian gazed down at him. “And what would that be besides your paint job?”
“I like you. You’re the first man I’ve been attracted to in a long time and I don’t want to see you in a bad situation. I have four houses for you to paint. I’ve seen your sample board
