“Before you get too comfortable, what do you think about taking a quick look around the third floor?” He sounded hopeful.
“Whatever you want, babe.” I slid a hand around the base of his skull, drew him close, and stole a quick kiss.
“The door to the elevator should be around here somewhere.”
We pulled open various doors and came across linen closets, a concealed staircase to the third floor that must have been the servants’ stairs at one time, and a door that opened onto a balcony. Finally we found the door that hid the elevator. We opened the metal grate, stepped into the good-sized space, and rode up to the third floor.
“It looks like this will go up to the attic as well,” Quinn said.
“Yeah. Did we ever find out if the attic space and basement are included in the square footage?”
“I don’t think so. I’ll have to check with Theo’s architect.” Quinn opened the elevator door and stepped aside, and I got a look at the third floor.
“Fuck me sideways with a spoon.”