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“Nope. It’s just you and me. Thank goodness you brought food,” I tease, but she looks less than thrilled as I lead her inside.
ChapterNine
ZELLY
“What is this place?” I drop my head back to look up at the high vaulted ceiling in the entryway. It’s made of glass, which lets the sun pour in.
“It was called Castle Farm.”
That made sense because it felt like both. “It’s beautiful.”
“It is.” I turn to see Flynn staring right at me.
I quickly avert my eyes while my stomach flutters. One foot in the door and I’m already having thoughts that make me feel excited and nervous. I’ve got to pull it together or I’ll go insane.
“You’ve only seen the entrance.” Flynn places my bags down. “Let me show you the kitchen. I fixed up the master suite first and then did the kitchen. It needed more work than most of the house, and I added a few updates.” He places his hand on my back, and I tense, but Flynn only pushes me along. “I want to keep as much of the house's history as I can, but some things have to be overhauled.”
My mouth drops when we enter the kitchen, and this must be what he meant by overhaul. I swear it’s like it’s been dropped in from some kind of magazine with how perfect it looks. There's an island with gorgeous flowers in the center and another glass ceiling overhead. This one is lower, letting me see out.
“Is that a tower?” I point up to where a half circle comes out from the back of the house on the second floor. It’s covered in vines and cascading wisteria.
“It’s off the master. It can be used as a sitting area or a nursery if you want to keep the baby close.”
“A what?” I turn to see him watching me.
“Nursery,” he says again, and his eyes never waver.
That’s what I thought he said. My mind flashes to Flynn holding a baby, and way too many emotions hit at once. I don’t want to think about him being here with another woman and their child.
“Because you’re going to have babies?” I tease him to mask my jealousy.
Flynn has always been charming, so I have no doubt he can get into most girls’ pants. When he’s ready to settle down, it won’t take much. Hell, he’s already got a dream house in the works. One he wants me to help him with. That’s not uncomfortable or anything.
“Some day.” He shrugs. “Come on, I'll show you.” He takes the cookie container from my hand, placing it on the island before he gently grabs my wrist.
“I don’t need to see your nursery.” I try to dig my feet in, but it’s pointless because another tug has me following after him.
On the way, Flynn snags one of my bags with his other hand and then we walk up the curved staircase. All the light spilling in through the windows and glass ceilings makes it feel so warm and inviting. This place is incredible.
“Haven’t done anything with these rooms yet.” He nods towards a few doors down the opposite end of the hall.
Even with how large this home is, there’s a coziness to it. I’ve always hated the main house where I live because it’s too big. It’s too much space, and there’s always a cold draft. Flynn’s house might be slightly smaller, but it doesn’t feel overwhelming. It’s weird, but I’ve got this achy longing as I look around and discover more.
At the end of the hallway are double doors, and when Flynn pushes them open, I see the master suite. My eyes linger on the large bed for a moment before I glance around and see that he doesn’t have much else in here.
“There are two fireplaces,” he says, pointing to the wall on the left. “There’s one in the bathroom too.”
“I love fireplaces.”
“I know.” He smirks.
“Don’t be all braggy.” I roll my eyes at him before I walk over to the nearest one and run my fingers across the beautiful stone. It looks like it’s original to the home.
“You like?”
“It’s incredible.” I don’t think I could have dreamed up a better home. It’s roomy but not too big, and there aren’t a million rooms that end up never being used.
“And here.” He grabs my hand again. “You can see out the window to the garden.” He brings me over to the circular tower with rounded windows. Flynn pushes them open, and the sounds of birds chirping floats inside. “See?” He holds me against his side so I have no choice but to look out the window with him.