y.
I realize I’m holding my breath in awe, and Christian is
still holding my hand. As I reluctantly turn my eyes away
from the view, he’s gazing anxiously at me.
“You brought me here to admire the view?” I whisper.
He nods, his expression serious.
“It’s staggering, Christian. Thank you,” I murmur,
letting my eyes feast on it once more. He releases my
hand.
“How would you like to look at it for the rest of your
life?” he breathes.
What? I whip my face back to his, startled blue eyes
to pensive gray. I think my mouth drops open, and I gape
at him blankly.
“I’ve always wanted to live on the coast. I sail up and
down the Sound coveting these houses. This place hasn’t
been on the market long. I want to buy it, demolish it, and
been on the market long. I want to buy it, demolish it, and
build a new house—for us,” he whispers, and his eyes
glow, translucent with his hopes and dreams.
Holy cow. Somehow I remain upright. I’m reeling.
Live, here! In this beautiful ha一ven! For the rest of my
life . . .
“It’s just an idea,” he adds, cautiously.
I glance back to assess the interior of the house. How
much is it worth? It must be, what—five, ten million
dollars? I ha一ve no idea. Holy shit.
“Why do you want to demolish it?” I ask, looking back
at him. His face falls slightly. Oh no.
“I’d like to make a more sustainable home, using the
latest ecological techniques. Elliot could build it.”
I gaze back at the room again. Miss Olga Kelly is on
the far side, hovering by the entrance. She’s the realtor, of
course. I notice the room is huge and double height, a little
like the great room at Escala. There’s a balcony above—
that must be the landing on the second floor. There’s a
huge fireplace and a whole line of French doors opening
onto the terrace. It has an old-world charm.
“Can we look around the house?”
He blinks at me. “Sure,” he shrugs, puzzled.
Miss Kelly’s face lights up like Christmas when we
head back in. She’s delighted to take us on a tour and
gives us the spiel.
The house is
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