"It's staggering, Christian. Thank you," I murmur, letting my eyes feast on it once more. He releases my hand.
"How would you like to look at it for the rest of your life?" he breathes.
What? I whip my face back to his, startled blue eyes to pensive gray. I think my mouth drops open, and I gape at him blankly.
"I've always wanted to live on the coast. I sail up and down the Sound coveting these houses. This place hasn't been on the market long. I want to buy it, demolish it, and build a new house - for us," he whispers, and his eyes glow, translucent with his hopes and dreams.
Holy cow. Somehow I remain upright. I'm reeling. Live, here! In this beautiful haven!
For the rest of my life...
"It's just an idea," he adds, cautiously.
I glance back to assess the interior of the house. How much is it worth? It must be, what - five, ten million dollars? I have no idea. Holy shit.
"Why do you want to demolish it?" I ask, looking back at him. His face falls slightly.
Oh no.
"I'd like to make a more sustainable home, using the latest ecological techniques. Elliot could build it."
I gaze back at the room again. Miss Olga Kelly is on the far side, hovering by the entrance. She's the realtor, of course. I notice the room is huge and double height, a little like the great room at Escala. There's a balcony above - that must be the landing on the second floor. There's a huge fireplace and a whole line of French doors opening onto the terrace.
It has an old-world charm.
"Can we look around the house?"
He blinks at me. "Sure," he shrugs, puzzled.
Miss Kelly's face lights up like Christmas when we head back in. She's delighted to take us on a tour and gives us the spiel.
The house is enormous: twelve thousand square feet on six acres of land. As well as this main living room, there's the eat-in - no, banquet-in - kitchen with family room attached - Family! - a music room, a library, a study and, much to my amazement, an indoor pool and exercise suite with sauna and steam room attached. Downstairs in the basement there's a cinema - Jeez - and game room. Hmm... what sort of games could we play in here?Miss Kelly points out all sorts of features, but basically the house is beautiful and was obviously at one time a happy family home. It's a little shabby now, but nothing that some TLC couldn't cure.
As we follow Miss Kelly up the magnificent main stairs to the second floor, I can hardly contain my excitement... this house has everything I could ever wish for in a home.
"Couldn't you make the existing house more ecological and self-sustaining?"
Christian blinks at me, nonplussed. "I'd have to ask Elliot. He's the expert in all this."
Miss Kelly leads us into the master suite where full height windows open onto a balcony, and the view is still spectacular. I could sit in bed and gaze out all day, watching the sailing boats and the changing weather.
There are five additional bedrooms on this floor. Jeez - kids. I push the thought hastily to one side. I have too much to process already. Miss Kelly is busily suggesting to Christian how the grounds could accommodate riding stables and a paddock. Horses! Terrifying images of my few riding lessons flash through my mind, but Christian doesn't appear to be listening.
"The paddock would be where the meadow is at the moment?" I ask.
"Yes," Miss Kelly says brightly.
To me the meadow looks like somewhere to lie in the long grass and have picnics, not for some four-legged fiend of Satan to roam.
Back in the main room, Miss Kelly discreetly disappears, and Christian leads me out once more onto the terrace. The sun has set and lights from the towns on the Olympic pen-insula are twinkling on the far side of the Sound.
Christian pulls me into his arms and tips my chin up with his index finger, staring intently down at me.
"Lot to take in?" he asks, his expression unreadable.
I nod.
"I wanted to check you liked it before I bought it."
"The view?"
He nods.
"I love the view, and I like the house that's here."
"You do?"
I smile shyly at him. "Christian, you had me at the meadow."
His lips part as he inhales sharply, then his face transforms with a grin, and his hands are suddenly fisting into my hair and his mouth is on mine.
Back in the car as we head for Seattle, Christian's mood has lifted considerably.
"So you're going to buy it?" I ask.
"Yes."
"You'll put Escala on the market?"
He frowns. "Why would I do that?"
"To pay for..." My voice trails off - of course. I flush.
He smirks at me. "Trust me, I can afford it."
"Do you like being rich?"
"Yes. Show me someone who doesn't," he says darkly.
Okay, get off that subject quickly.
"Anastasia, you're going to have to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes," he says softly.
"Wealth isn't something I've ever aspired to, Christian." I frown.
"I know. I love that about you. But then you've never been hungry," he says simply.
His words are sobering.
"Where are we going?" I ask brightly, changing the subject.
"To celebrate." Christian relaxes.
Oh! "Celebrate what, the house?"
"Have you forgotten already? Your acting editor role."
"Oh yes." I grin. Unbelievably, I had forgotten.
"Where?"
"Up high at my club."
"Your club?"
"Yes. One of them."
The Mile High Club is on the seventy-sixth floor of Columbia Tower, higher even than Christian's apartment. It's very now and has the most head-spinning views over Seattle.