Page 34 of Perfect Enough
“I bet movie night is pretty awesome in this room.”
Josh nodded and replied, “It’s one of my favorite rooms.”
Once again, he placed his hand on my lower back and guided us out of the room. Moving forward, I glimpsed French doors leading to a large patio.
“This is my room,” he said, motioning for me to enter.
I gasped. “This room ishuge, Josh!”
He laughed. “It’s the other room where I spend most of my time, so I wanted it to be comfortable.”
I nodded as I looked at the leather loveseat in front of yet another stone fireplace with a TV over it. In the center of the exterior wall was a bump out holding a treadmill and weights.
“The bathroom is in here.”
The bathroom had more large picture windows, and I wanted to ask him if he was worried about people looking in at night. Of course, he was on fifty acres, and I didn’t see any other houses. In the corner of the room was a huge tub. To the right was a giant walk-in shower covered in marble tiles, floor to ceiling. I glanced up and saw the rain showerhead and nearly moaned. This was my dream bathroom.
There were his and hers sinks, one on each side of the bathroom; both were rustic wood cabinets with marble sinks.
“This is like a spa.”
He just nodded, and I knew he was probably biting his tongue, trying not to admit it was another room he spent a lot of time in.
We looked at three more bedrooms and bathrooms, each decorated in a similar way but with slight differences.
“Did you hire someone to decorate?”
He laughed. “Yes. My sister Rose. I pretty much gave her free rein to do what she wanted.”
“She did an amazing job.”
The other three bedrooms were painted soft gray, blue, and green colors. The furniture looked brand-new, and the beds didn’t even look like they’d ever been slept in.
“When did you move into this house? And I have to ask, Josh…how does a guy your age even afford a house like this? I mean, if that isn’t being terribly nosey.”
“I get paid well for working on the cattle ranch, but I have a trust that my grandparents gave each of us when we turned eighteen.”
Feeling embarrassed, I said, “I’m sorry I asked. That was rude of me.”
He shrugged. “Iamyoung, and I know I have more than many guys my age. I realize how blessed and privileged I am, and I don’t take it for granted.”
I smiled at him. “Well, your home is beautiful. I think most guys your age would go for a bachelor pad in the city.”
“Most guys didn’t grow up on a cattle ranch with a large family like I did.”
I nodded.
“We should probably head out, or we’ll be arriving late and making an entrance.”
Looking at my watch, I agreed. “Yes! Let’s head on out.”
We pulled up to the country club and Josh asked me to wait before I got out. The valet walked up, and Josh said something, causing him to retreat from the truck.
Opening my door, Josh held his hand out for me to take.
“Thank you,” I said.
Josh tossed the keys to the valet. “Thanks, Dylan.”