The Missing Page (Page & Sommers #2)

by Cat Sebastian

It was cold but not frigid as he made his way along the perimeter of the house. The sun was now high enough in the sky for him to get a good look at Blackthorn. It was, he supposed, not actively hideous, if one went in for twee faux-gothic nooks and crannies and pretty little embellishments. Leo did not go in for any of those things. If pressed to choose a style of architecture he did go in for, he’d choose something spare and modern without any of these embarrassing excesses. But then he’d remember James’s house—their house? James thought so, but he was not a reliable source of information on this topic—and its quaint window seat and pointless little gable. And he’d have to concede that his definition of what a home ought to look like was out of alignment with all his aesthetic principles. Blackthorn, in any event, could be dismissed as a failure both aesthetically and also according to whatever muddled feelings Leo was inclined to apply to James-related things.