He descended slowly, however a gothic hero came to life in a pearl gray waistcoat, snowy certainly white cravat, and dark trousers tucked into calf-hugging black leather riding boots, and hanging lazily at his side was a steel-barreled dueling pistol.
Another icy finger slithered down Jolline’s spine; She briefly considered the occasion that her fever had returned—or her imagination had finally shoved her over the cliff of reality; and he wasn’t a hallucination.
He was all too real; then slowly did she tear her gaze away from the pistol, the boots, and the waistcoat to see the man himself, in the dim gray light, his hair was raven black as well. Then his eyes a pale, imperial red; his face chiseled and unsmiling—everything about him the embodiment of nineteenth-century haughtiness. She wanted to be curtsy… To run. To tell him she didn’t need that governess task after all… Jolline was at the house for HVAC maintenance, however the Lord of the Manor was someone she knew all too well, so why was he dressed like that with the hot and cold temperatures so high? Elliott was the first caller at the cooling company that morning. He simply said that his cooling device had broken down the previous night. The failure of the air conditioner must have made him cranky because he sounded impatient on the iphone. I was so unlucky enough to be the cooling expert on the task, however Elliot and I had history, and it was not all pleasant, but I had a climate control component to fix, and that is precisely what I did. I did not need any help finding the cooling system setup. Elliott’s own HVAC incorporated the latest cooling technology, which made my labor easier. I also replaced the air filter to improve the indoor air quality. Before long, I was on my merry way. I later learned from a fellow cooling professional that Elliott was certain about the cooling specialist he wanted to conduct the cooling system service.