Tempting Perfection

The construction manager messaged me.

David: At the house. Can you come see the last of the repairs?

Me: Sure. I’ll be right there.

“Hey, I’m going to take the golf cart over to the house. David’s there and wants me to sign off on the repairs.”

“Okay. I may close my eyes for a bit.” Knoah yawned and dropped her head to the pillow. Her stomach was in that cute, adorably pregnant stage, not the “I’m a beached whale, come save me” state I was in.

“Sounds good. I’ll take George and be back soon. A nap sounds amazing.” Then I patted my stomach. “Dylan, enjoy it. In two weeks, I’m serving an eviction notice. Baking timer is going off. The bun will be done.”

Knoah chuckled and closed her eyes. I motioned for George, who hopped into the golf cart that was parked at the back of the house.

We had gotten golf carts for each house. It made it easier to get back and forth in the heat, especially since we were both pregnant. I imagined they would be helpful with a baby in tow, as well. The five-to-ten-minute walk was not my idea of a good time right now. No, thank you.

The wind whipped through my hair as I drove, enjoying the breeze and the view. As per the surveillance reports, my parents had arrived in Orlando earlier in the week. Yet no contact had been made with Cameron or me. If they attempted, I wasn’t sure what I would do. It still felt like there was a piece missing to the closure I needed before I could fully move on.

The house came into view. I loved it. It was perfect. To solve my fear of balconies, we’d created glass rooms with floor-to-ceiling windows that opened to the view of the sea. It was a pseudo-balcony, in a sense, and I could handle being out there. I knew I would freak if we had a balcony in the house with Dylan around.

On that thought, I realized I’d forgotten to call Kurt on my way over to let him know I was going to the house. I got off the golf cart and called him as I walked up the back stairs to the kitchen. George panted, following close behind me. Geez, I’m out of shape.

I stepped inside as Kurt picked up the phone. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, I’m over at the house.”

“Oh, is David there?”

“Yeah, he just messaged me. I’m going to okay the punch list. How much longer are you going to be?”

“I’m leaving now. I booked us in a hotel for tonight. Thought it might be nice until we move in since our place is a mess.”

All the boxes were driving me crazy. “Room service. I’ll take it.”

The house was quiet. “David?”

“Is he not there?” Kurt asked.

“This place is huge. If I had a megaphone, maybe he could hear me.”

I walked to the front of the house and saw David’s truck there. “Yeah, he’s here somewhere. His truck is out front.”

“Do you have security with you?”

Oh no. I’d forgotten to let them know. Kurt and I had agreed that I didn’t need people in the room watching my every move. However, he wanted peo

ple nearby wherever I was. Oops. I had to get that drilled into my head. “It’s just David. I didn’t tell them I was coming. Knoah knows.”

“Sawyer.” By his tone, I knew we’d be talking later.

“I know. I know. It’s not smart.”

I heard the keys clicking on the other end of the line. Kurt was probably notifying them where I was. “They’ll escort you back.”

“Okay. You know I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, but I worry. This is for your safety. And your parents are in town.”

Kurt had been more edgy since they arrived.