Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(74)

King-sized mattress x 1 (same as penthouse)

White nightstand with metal crossed legs x 2 (again same as penthouse)

White matching bedroom dressing table with metal crossed legs (again same as penthouse)

White leather button-back singles bed frame x 2 (same as penthouse)

Single mattress x 2 (same as penthouse)

Two-drawer white nightstand with metal handles x 2 (same as those in the adjoining children’s suites)

Four-drawer white side units with metal handles x 2 (same as those in the adjoining children’s suites)

And what do we have in the way of white boxes? Toy box similar—please find two. Do we have any from the recent crèche refurb?

Bedding and pillows for all beds.





At the bottom is an inked personal message from Knox.

Your order as requested. Paid in full.





There’s no embellishments or frills. But he’s covering for me. Implying I bought this from the hotel directly.

Feeling hysterical, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I keep staring at the list and reading it over again. This is no ordinary list of furniture. It’s contract furniture standard—gold standard. Heavy, high quality, expensive.

“Do you want those sacks taken off your hands, Ms. Wallace?” Rob snaps me out of staring at the list. When I look up, he’s pointing at my ready-to-part with donations.

“I was going to drop them off at the thrift shop tomorrow.”

“We’ll do that for you. Save you. You have little ones to get to school tomorrow.” He winks with a kind smile.

I feel tears tickle my eyes.

No one has ever treated me so kindly. Knox. Rob. Fredrick with the massage.

I am being well and truly spoiled.

“Are all the rooms clear enough for us to unload the vans and position your furniture, Ms. Wallace?”

I can’t quite believe this.

“Ms. Wallace?”

“Sorry.” I shake my head, astounded. “Yes. Thank you. C’mon, I will show you.” I indicate he should come inside.

It takes the six men no time at all to deliver, unwrap, and position all of my new furniture. They even helped me make the beds up and connect the new television, stopping to play with Hamish and Archie every now and again.

Knox guessed all my colors and sizes correctly. Everything is perfect.

He’s perfect.

Two hours later, I’m now weaving myself in a dreamlike daze from room to room, running my hands over the exquisite glossy furniture. My house smells like a newly built home. My heart’s about to burst. How generous of him.

Compared to how I felt a few hours ago, Knox has reinstated my happiness and joy.

My house looks beautiful. Better than it did. My old furniture was tired and in desperate need of replacing.

It’s out with the old and in with the new, alright.

I throw myself onto my new green leather couch, smoothing my fingertips across the expensive fabric. It’s what I have always fantasized about owning. My budget never stretched this far.

The boys have loved the last few hours and enjoyed finding old toys they had forgotten about, too. Content in the sanctuary of their rooms, they’ve both been busy playing. I’m grateful for the peace.

A gentle chime sounds from my phone, and I smile at the black heart appearing on my screen.

Knox: Did everything fit?

Me: Everything is perfect. So are you. I should start calling you Mr. Perfect. There are no words to describe how grateful I am.

Knox: Call me anything you want, Sunshine.

Me: Please let me know how much I owe you.





There’s no way I can afford it but I have to pay him back.

Knox: Nothing. All that matters is your happiness. Is my cloudy girl a sunshine happy one again?

Me: More than happy. I’m ecstatic. You’ve blown me away with your generosity and kindness. Thank you so much.

Knox: You are very welcome. You do not deserve to be treated the way you have.

Me: Ewan saw the vans at the front door.

Knox: I hope you didn’t let him see you when you were upset.

Me: No way. I waved down the street at him with a smile.

Knox: Good girl. Rise above.





I was super proud of myself for my ballsy move. Even from my front door, I could see his clenched, twitchy jaw and fierce fists.

He’s not a happy man.

Little did he know his act of stupidity would upgrade my life.

Me: We now have matching sofas.

Knox: We do. And mattresses. It’s the same one as mine but smaller.

Me: What size is yours? My king is huge. It just fits.

Knox: I did wonder. Mine is Alaskan King.

Me: Wow. Big in every way, right?

Knox: You got it, Sunshine ;) Me: I would love to see you tonight. To thank you properly.

Knox: Wednesday. And only for dance lessons. I wish it was longer.

Me: Me too.

Knox: What if I was to schedule in a ‘lunch meeting’ with you? My office. To discuss the dance retreat contract. Would that work?

Me: I can only do Friday.





He takes a moment to reply. He’s probably checking his schedule.

Knox: Works for me.

Me: Please promise you won’t send me a calendar request like you did with Tabitha :( And I never want to see inside your hotel suite.