Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“I’m working on it.” He waved his arm toward the farmhouse, and they began walking that way.
“You never got married or had children?” she asked as they approached the door to the main portion of the farmhouse.
He unlocked and opened it, then waited for her to cross the threshold before him. “I figured you’d already know that.”
“I never asked.”
Since gossip was considered an Olympic sport in Fisher Falls, she wouldn’t have to ask. Maybe she just didn’t care enough to listen.
He followed her inside and locked the door behind them. Being their private residence, the farmhouse wasn’t open for tours or to the public. “You didn’t care enough to know?”
“I figured it wasn’t my business.”
He watched her carefully as she glanced around and took in the changes.
“It’s so different than what I remembered. It was a gorgeous house before but now, it seems more updated.”
“It is. New floors, paint, wiring, new appliances. Dayne and I will share the kitchen with Dani but we each have our own wing, so we all have privacy. Her rooms are upstairs.”
“I remember your room,” she said with a soft smile. “The posters, the baseball and football trophies, your drawings… They were so detailed. It’s no surprise that you became an architect.”
He remembered her being in his room. Of course, his parents insisted they keep the door open while they were up there. However, that didn’t stop them from fooling around. They just didn’t do it in his room. A three-hundred-acre farm had plenty of hiding spots.
They never went as far as intercourse, though, since he wanted to wait until she was eighteen. Unfortunately, he had left town before then.
No doubt Kyle Hart was the one who finally took her virginity. Something that should have belonged to him.
Maybe it was for the best since his first time was a complete disaster. His second time, too. It took hooking up with more experienced partners before he had a good handle on how to please them. Or to know what he needed from them.
“Do you want to go upstairs and see the changes?”
She shook her head. “If that’s Dani’s space, I don’t want to intrude.”
“I doubt she’d mind.”
She walked through the dining area, the living area and circled back to the kitchen. “I’d rather hear that from her.”
The original farmhouse had been a four bedroom with only one full bathroom on the second floor and a half bath on the first. Ford had his crew turn two bedrooms into one large primary suite with its own full bathroom.
Dani loved it. She also loved that she wouldn’t have to share her space with her twin brothers.
Dylan pointed toward the living room. “Over there is Dayne’s wing. It mirrors mine, so there’s no point in showing you both.”
“Again, I wouldn’t want to intrude in his personal space without his permission anyway.” She met his eyes. “And unlike Dani, Dayne might mind.”
“But I don’t,” he murmured.
She tipped her head to the side. “Then, I’d love to see it.”
Chapter Seven
By adding the two single-story wings on either side of the original farmhouse, they just about tripled the size. But it still surprised Erin that all three siblings would want to share a residence, even with how it was laid out.
“Ford did all of this?” she asked, entering Dylan’s private area.
“I drew up the plans and he executed them.”
“Of course,” she murmured. “From what I’ve seen so far—the event hall, the lodge, this house—your work is impressive, Dylan. Changing a simple dairy farm into a stunning resort couldn’t have been an easy feat.”
“Thank you,” she heard from directly behind her. Not even a foot away. With her heart beating wildly, she spun to face him.
Was she more attracted to him now that he was a man and not the boy from back when they dated?
She casually took him in, trying not to be too obvious.
His short, dark blond hair was cut close on the sides and left a bit longer on top. It used to be so much lighter in high school and most likely darkened with age. Plus, back then it was sun-kissed since he was always outside, whether doing farm chores, swimming in the lake, or riding his dirt bike and ATV.
Both Dylan and Dayne always had a love for the outdoors.
In fact, he was a lot tanner now than when she ran into him in town all those months ago. Being out in the sun on the ranch, instead of locked up in an office all day, agreed with him.
The closely trimmed beard covering his face was new, too. It was as short as Ford’s but much lighter in color, fitting his complexion.
She continued comparing the two men.
Ford was thirty-seven with dark hair and beard, deep brown eyes and darker skin tone from years of working construction.
Dylan, only two years younger, had dirty blond hair and beard, along with hazel eyes.