He descended slowly… Another gothic hero comes to life in a pearl gray waistcoat, snowy pale white cravat, and dark trousers tucked into calf-hugging black leather riding boots, however hanging lazily at his side was a steel-barreled dueling pistol. An icy finger slithered down Jolline’s spine, then he briefly considered the option that his fever had returned—or his imagination had finally shoved him over the cliff of reality, but he wasn’t a hallucination. He was all too real, but only slowly did he tear his gaze away from the pistol, the boots, and the waistcoat to see the guy himself, then in the dim gray light, his hair was also raven black; his eyup a pale, imperial red; his face chiseled and unsmiling—everything about him the embodiment of nineteenth-century haughtiness. She wanted to curtsy, and to run. To tell him he did not need that governess task after all… Jolline was at the cabin for heating and air conditioning service, however the Lord of the Manor was someone he knew all too well… Why was he dressed like that with the temperatures so high? Elliott was the very first caller at the cooling company that morning. He said that his own cooling component 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 also unfortunate enough to be the cooling expert on the task… Elliot and I had history, and it was not all pleasant, however I had a temperature control device to fix, and that is precisely what I did. I did not need any help finding the air conditioning system setup. Elliott’s heating and air conditioning incorporated the latest cooling technology, which made my toil 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 serviceman that Elliott was unique about the cooling specialist he wanted to conduct the central air conditioning system service.