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Willow was silently telling Clark she didn’t consider him a threat, and he didn’t bother her.

“What was that about?”

Willow placed the two drinks on a coffee table and snuggled up.

“He inquired about buying Grey’s bike,” she answered.

“What the fuck,” I exclaimed, nearly sitting up and disturbing Danny. “I already told him no.”

“Clark got the same answer from me. I asked him what on earth made him believe he was worthy of riding Grey’s Harley. He’d no reply,” Willow said. “I don’t like the fact it’s at the house alone. Think it needs to be moved somewhere safe.”

“I’ll ask Chance,” I replied.

Willow was right. Grey’s Dyna Glide needed to come here.

Chapter Seventeen.

Fanatic

Willow was laughing as we walked past the brothers’ houses and a little further out. Seeing what I wanted, I sat down on the grass and yanked her down with me.

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

“Here.”

“Fanatic, you’re not making much sense,” Willow teased.

“Wanna build a house here. A home for us, Danny, and maybe another kid or two,” I suggested.

Willow stiffened and stared at nothing in particular. “You want a future with me?”

Had I not made that clear? “Willow, I want everything with you.”

“Changed your mind about your illness?” Willow asked, and I saw where she was coming from.

“You did. I was prepared to do it alone, but I don’t want to just survive this life. I want to live it and revel in all that it brings,” I replied.

Willow glanced at how close the other houses were. They weren’t really, but we’d still be part of the community being built out here. Each house had roughly an acre of land surrounding it. I wanted two. I couldn’t see Chance saying no.

“Do I get to help design it?”

“Naturally.”

“Yes, that didn’t sound too confident.” Willow laughed, picking up my uncertain tone.

I chuckled. “We’re not building Reading Hall.”

Willow cocked her head. “You’ll inherit that one day, won’t you?”

“Yeah. Mum has always said it will become mine. But I plan on keeping it for the entire family,” I replied.

“Would you live there?”

“Don’t know, Willow, and we’ve got years to consider that. It’s possible that I’d open it to the public as a museum of how Mum and Dad lived. I’ve got time before I need to worry about that,” I answered. “Would you like to live there?”

“No. Reading Hall is so grand it’s daunting. The entire legacy behind it is frightening and overwhelming,” Willow mused.

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