The house was done in shades of slate and charcoal, and stone covered different parts of the exterior, adding to the unique construction.
“This house, Jenner”—she took a breath—“is so dreamy.”
I walked with her to the front door, entering the code my realtor had texted me. Once I had it open, I let her go in first.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped, her neck immediately tilting back as she took in the tall ceiling. “This is spectacular.”
She moved through the large foyer and past the living room, stopping at the back of the house. This section was all glass, revealing a view similar to what the hotel would have, the scenery just of a different angle of the mountain range and the dips and valleys below.
I opened the door for her, and she walked out onto the patio.
“Jenner …” She paused, almost like she was breathless. “This is a dream.” She finally turned toward me, my stare already on her. “It’s nice to see you smiling again. I mean, really smiling.”
There was only one thing causing my grin, and it wasn’t the house.