Miss Kelly leads us into the master suite where full
height windows open onto a balcony, and the view is still
spectacular. I could sit in bed and gaze out all day,
watching the sailing boats and the changing weather.
There are five additional bedrooms on this floor. Jeez
—kids. I push the thought hastily to one side. I ha一ve too
much to process already. Miss Kelly is busily suggesting to
Christian how the grounds could accommodate riding
stables and a paddock. Horses! Terrifying images of my
few riding lessons flash through my mind, but Christian
doesn’t appear to be listening.
“The paddock would be where the meadow is at the
moment?” I ask.
“Yes,” Miss Kelly says brightly.
“Yes,” Miss Kelly says brightly.
To me the meadow looks like somewhere to lie in the
long grass and ha一ve picnics, not for some four-legged fiend
of Satan to roam.
Back in the main room, Miss Kelly discreetly
disappears, and Christian leads me out once more onto the
terrace. The sun has set and lights from the towns on the
Olympic peninsula are twinkling on the far side of the
Sound.
Christian pulls me into his arms and tips my chin up
with his index finger, staring intently down at me.
“Lot to take in?” he asks, his expression unreadable.
I nod.
“I wanted to check you liked it before I bought it.”
“The view?”
He nods.
“I love the view, and I like the house that’s here.”
“You do?”
I smile shyly at him. “Christian, you had me at the
meadow.”
His lips part as he inhales sharply, then his face
transforms with a grin, and his hands are suddenly fisting
into my hair and his mouth is on mine.
Back in the car as we head for Seattle, Christian’s mood
has lifted considerably.
“So you’re going to buy it?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“You’ll put Escala on the market?”
He frowns. “Why would I do that?”
“To pay for . . .” My voice trails off—of course. I
flush.
He smirks at me. “Trust me, I can afford it.”
“Do you like being rich?”
“Yes. Show me someone who doesn’t,” he says
darkly.
Okay, get off that subject quickly.
“An
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