“Who did you say owns the mine?”
Room service had come and gone. Both stuffed, they were now sitting across from each other on the bed.
“There were several owners. It exchanged hands quite a bit over the years.” Molly wasn’t about to tell him her father owned the mine, at least not now, so instead, she told him about the man who owned it before her father.
He made a grunting noise.
Molly gave him a questioning look.
“It sounds like Ravenhurst,” he explained. “Go ahead.”
Molly adjusted herself on the bed and tucked her legs underneath the quilt. “Well, the most recent owner was Gunter Jenson. He was an old prospector who had snatched up the mine in a game of poker back in the depression or so the story goes. It was called a money pit and was thought to have been mined out. But he wasn’t from here originally and got the idea to mine for feldspar and then made a deal with the Bon Ami Company. He ended up making quite a substantial amount of money. However, as his wealth increased so did his gambling habits and then eventually his debts. Finally, he had to sell it.”
Lucian sat back on the bed and pillowed his head on his arms. Was that why he had such an urge to go back to the mine? Was it because he felt a kindred spirit to one of the owners? He might have actually believed that but he hadn’t even heard the story till just a moment ago.
Molly chewed on her lip. The last thing she expected to do in a bed with Lucian was talk about the mine but surprisingly, she found that she didn’t mind one bit.