Despite everything she’s suffered, she has a strength of spirit I admire. That I envy. Life could’ve soured her a long time ago, like it did me, and yet she’s still an optimist. She’s still kind and loving. It’s time to be honest with myself and admit that I’m in love with her… that maybe I have been for a while.

She stops on our route back to Eli’s place. Her hands on her hips and her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she takes, her face lights up at whatever she’s looking at.

“What is it?” My eyes follow her line of sight. It’s a house. Old––probably a historical landmark––and small compared to the other estates on this street. It also looks like it’s been neglected for years.

“It’s in bad shape.”

“I know. Isn’t it amazing?”

You’re amazing.

“I would rebuild the dormers, retain the historical integrity but with less flourish. Something more appropriate for the proportions of the house. Paint it blue with white trim, the yellow is outdated.”

Fuck, this is turning me on. I’m getting hard just listening to her talk about a broken down house. “There’s a For Sale sign. It’s on the ground. Come on, let’s go check out this dump.”

I’d buy her the house just to see that look on her face every day.

“No…Jordan”––she laughs––“And it’s not a dump! It’s a treasure.”

You’re the treasure.

She can see the beauty in everything. Even a rundown house with a sagging roofline.

“What would you do with a house like this?” Historical landmarks are notorious money pits.

She looks at me, then the house. “Have a family.”

The answer knocks me off balance. I look back at the house, at the promise of what could be. Except I can’t see it, not the family she may want one day. I can’t do that for her. I can’t give her that.

“What?” She smiles softly, blue eyes bright and full of wonder.

“You’re beautiful.” I kiss her. “Come.” Taking her hand, I drag her across the lawn, kick over the real estate sign and pull out my phone while she shakes her head at me.

Riley

“It’s been in the Anderson family for over fifty years––” Missy Paggett, the real estate broker, tells us.

Love at first sight. And I’m not talking about Jordan. That love was a slow build. I’m talking about this old house. He’s right; it’s an absolute mess. The roof would need to be rebuilt. Even the foundation is compromised in certain areas. But I’d have the time of my life restoring it.

“The grandmother who owned it died last year and the grandkids who inherited it…well, as you can see, they’ve let it go. They’re motivated sellers.”

Sorry, Monica. Just window shopping and daydreaming.

I feel Jordan’s eyes on me and turn. I love this man. Heart and soul. Every time he looks at me, touches me, he makes love. It’s not just the off the charts hot sex. It’s that he puts so much feeling into every touch that I wake up feeling worshiped every morning.

“What?” I say, as an irrepressible grin pulls my lips apart.

“I’d rather look at you than stained wallpaper.”

I laugh.

“Missy?” he says, getting her attention. “We can check out the rest of the place on our own. My girlfriend is a contractor. She knows what she’s doing. I’ll let you know what I decide.”

Girlfriend. He said girlfriend.

Missy looks confused about being dismissed so effectively. She has no idea who she’s dealing with. When she doesn’t move fast enough, he gives her the look.

“Oh, okay, a contractor?”

“Licensed in New York,” I add. I wouldn’t want her to think we’re scammers. Just good old-fashioned tire kickers.

It’s not like we can steal anything in here. There’s nothing of value except to someone like me who can recognize the real maple panels under three layers of wallpaper in the living room.

“Okay…um okay, yeah, call me if you have any questions Mr. West.”

The second Missy walks out of the ground-floor dining room, where we are, Jordan is on me, kissing my neck, squeezing my ass. Pulling my hips against his. His silky shorts are no match for the strength and size of his erection. We might as well be naked.

“I thought she’d never leave.” He grunts and I laugh.

“This is why you wanted to see the house? We could’ve spared her and gone back to the boat.”

“No…” He kisses my neck, bites me. “I like the way your face lights up when you see something you like.”

My poor insecure heart beats harder, faster. I press my hand against him, run it down the length of his erection and squeeze. “Here’s something I like very much.”

Never in my life would I have said something like that before. Jordan makes me bold. He makes me brave. Maybe fortune is finally favoring me.

I get down on my knees and show him just how much I like him.

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