Page 276 of Broken Saint

“Are you okay?” Colt asks. “All the blood has just drained out of your face.”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay. Just…”

“Scared?” he asks when my words trail off.

“Yeah, a little. Mostly, I’m excited. I want this life we’re creating together so badly.”

“Me too, Bombshell,” he agrees, his voice rough with emotion. “Do you want to see?”

“Yes,” I cry, barely able to contain my excitement.

“Okay,” he breathes before he reaches out and gently pulls the blindfold from my face.

But I don’t look. Instead, I keep my eyes shut for a few seconds longer.

“Ella, you need to open your eyes.”

Slowly, I do as I’m told.

The most beautiful Victorian house is revealed before me, and I sag in the passenger seat as my eyes fill with tears.

That is it. That is our home. It’s where we’re going to start our lives together, where we’re going to watch our family grow.

I press my hand to my stomach as butterflies continue to flutter wildly.

“Do you like it?” Colt asks nervously.

“It’s…incredible,” I whisper, my eyes darting everywhere. It has a white and gray facade with a deck that’s almost as big as the one in Texas. The cutest front yard with colorful flowers and a cute little picket fence. It really is the thing dreams are made of.

It’s not new and modern like Kane and Letty’s place. It’s also not as big. But even before stepping inside, I know it’s perfect.

Instantly, I understand why Colt bought it. As I look around, I find nothing but peace and tranquility. It’s so different from being in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s the perfect place to relax and unwind. Exactly what he needs when he’s in the middle of a hectic season. A place where he can just breathe.

“Ready to see inside?”

“Hell, yeah,” I say, eagerly rushing toward the dark front door.

“Here you go,” Colt says, dangling something over my shoulder.

My keys.

My keys to our house.

Our first home.

Reaching out, I notice the keyring. It’s his jersey.

“Just in case you forget who you belong to,” he explains.

“As if that’ll ever happen.”

“Go on then. Do the honors.”

My hand trembles as I lift the key to the lock, and it only gets worse when I push the door open, revealing the inside.

“Oh my god, Colt,” I gasp as I step into the entrance. “This is beautiful.”

He hasn’t just renovated this place; he’s restored it, too.