"How wonderful. I'm the happiest man in the
world, happier than Nelson Childs because I'm sure
we'll have a better marriage," he added. My eyebrows
turned up at their centers.
"Really?"
"Yes, really, really. We're perfect together,
Olivia. We didn't need some social matchmaker
bringing us together. The moment I saw you in that
office behind that desk working like a bee, I knew you
and I would be a great team. We'll own the Cape
someday. I swear.
"I've had my sights on a special home for us,
Olivia," he continued. "It's a large two-story house,
very old and prestigious, the original portion having
been built around 1780. I'm planning on gutting it and
modernizing it. We can build onto it. I'll take you
there tomorrow and you can begin to plan it out with
our architects. I want it to be ready for us the day after
our honeymoon," he said.
"It does sound like you've been planning this
for some time, Samuel, longer than we possibly could have known each other," I commented with narrowed,
suspicious eyes.
He stared a moment and then laughed. "Well, I've been planning to find the perfect
wife for some time and I've been planning where we
would live. The house is situated on a most desirable
piece of land between Provincetown and North Truro,
with its own private access to the beach, just like you
have here, and room for gardens and a view of the sea.
You'll see you're not giving anything up in marrying
me. I'll take you there in the morning, first thing," he