Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
My mouth drops when we enter the kitchen, and this must be what he meant by overhaul. I swear it’s like it’s been dropped in from some kind of magazine with how perfect it looks. There's an island with gorgeous flowers in the center and another glass ceiling overhead. This one is lower, letting me see out.
“Is that a tower?” I point up to where a half circle comes out from the back of the house on the second floor. It’s covered in vines and cascading wisteria.
“It’s off the master. It can be used as a sitting area or a nursery if you want to keep the baby close.”
“A what?” I turn to see him watching me.
“Nursery,” he says again, and his eyes never waver.
That’s what I thought he said. My mind flashes to Flynn holding a baby, and way too many emotions hit at once. I don’t want to think about him being here with another woman and their child.
“Because you’re going to have babies?” I tease him to mask my jealousy.
Flynn has always been charming, so I have no doubt he can get into most girls’ pants. When he’s ready to settle down, it won’t take much. Hell, he’s already got a dream house in the works. One he wants me to help him with. That’s not uncomfortable or anything.
“Some day.” He shrugs. “Come on, I'll show you.” He takes the cookie container from my hand, placing it on the island before he gently grabs my wrist.
“I don’t need to see your nursery.” I try to dig my feet in, but it’s pointless because another tug has me following after him.
On the way, Flynn snags one of my bags with his other hand and then we walk up the curved staircase. All the light spilling in through the windows and glass ceilings makes it feel so warm and inviting. This place is incredible.
“Haven’t done anything with these rooms yet.” He nods towards a few doors down the opposite end of the hall.
Even with how large this home is, there’s a coziness to it. I’ve always hated the main house where I live because it’s too big. It’s too much space, and there’s always a cold draft. Flynn’s house might be slightly smaller, but it doesn’t feel overwhelming. It’s weird, but I’ve got this achy longing as I look around and discover more.
At the end of the hallway are double doors, and when Flynn pushes them open, I see the master suite. My eyes linger on the large bed for a moment before I glance around and see that he doesn’t have much else in here.
“There are two fireplaces,” he says, pointing to the wall on the left. “There’s one in the bathroom too.”
“I love fireplaces.”
“I know.” He smirks.
“Don’t be all braggy.” I roll my eyes at him before I walk over to the nearest one and run my fingers across the beautiful stone. It looks like it’s original to the home.
“You like?”
“It’s incredible.” I don’t think I could have dreamed up a better home. It’s roomy but not too big, and there aren’t a million rooms that end up never being used.
“And here.” He grabs my hand again. “You can see out the window to the garden.” He brings me over to the circular tower with rounded windows. Flynn pushes them open, and the sounds of birds chirping floats inside. “See?” He holds me against his side so I have no choice but to look out the window with him.
The garden is enormous and also a disaster. But even in its disarray, it’s as perfect as the rest of the house.
“It’s great.” I try to step away, but he doesn’t release his hold on me.
“I know it’s a mess, but you’ll have it perfect soon. I have a contractor on standby to help install any boxes you might want. You have a lot of them in your garden.”
“I do, but I garden,” I remind him. What is he going to do with a giant garden? “Are you sure you want one that big? It’s almost twice the size of mine.” I’m jealous of his space because he could even do a greenhouse and grow all year.
“I know what I want.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I peek up at him. I shouldn’t be surprised that once again, he’s staring at me.
“Right.” I dip my knees so that I can escape from under his arm before he can stop me. Once I’ve got some space between us, I can think more clearly. “You don’t have much furniture in here,” I say, changing the subject.
“Decorating isn’t my strong suit.”
“Yeah, and your baby mama might want to do that.”
“Baby mama?” He lets out a chuckle. “Actually we should talk about that.” My whole body freezes. “As you noticed, I don’t have much furniture yet, so we’ll have to share.” He casually nods to the bed like it’s no big deal.