Page 85 of At the Edge with You

“They’re so beautiful.”

He nods, flashing me a devilish grin. “Reminds me of you.” I bite my lip, and he shakes his head. “My wild girl.”

Laughter bubbles out of me as we come upon a lone cabin that looks newly built. It has a winding driveway which has two entrances to the road. The walkway to the house is surrounded by huge flower beds full of daisies.

“Oh my,” I gush just as the girls do the same.

“Daisies,” Maggie murmurs. “So many.”

“Aren’t those your favorite, my darling?” Kitty asks, but I’m so in awe, all I can do is nod. Jett stops in front of the house and then gets out, opening each door before coming to mine. When he holds out his hand to me, I take it while eyeing him. “What is going on?”

He just looks at me, no emotion on his face. “What? I just need to check on some things.”

I narrow my eyes as he threads our fingers, and we head up to the house. It’s a smaller cabin, made to look like it’s constructed from real logs. My mother would hate it, but I love it. The front has a big, light-colored wooden door and huge windows that let you see inside with ease. There are no curtains over the windows, not that you’d need them since there is no one else out here. When we reach the front door, Jett takes a key from his pocket, but I don’t call him on it.

Something is up.

We enter the house, and my mouth drops. The floors are the most gorgeous dark wood, and the walls are painted a soft green that brings out the exposed wooden beams above us. Jett leads us through the kitchen, which is massive and takes up the whole back of the house. It even has doors that open to a gorgeous screened-in porch. The living room fills the front of the house, with two doors for a small bathroom and a guest room that has an en suite. Stairs lead to the loft, where another living space is, along with another two doors. One opens into another bedroom, while the other room is the primary suite. It must be over the kitchen because it has a balcony that looks out at the back of the property. In the middle of the woods, I spot a clearing with wildflowers everywhere and a huge pond with a wooden deck leading into it. I’m so engrossed with how incredible everything is, I don’t feel Jett behind me until he cages me in, covering my hands with his.

“In the winter, the pond freezes over for skating.”

My lips quirk. “So, it does have a rink.”

He shrugs. “A small one.”

I chuckle softly as I tip my head up to eye him. “Did you check on things?”

“Just one,” he says, kissing my nose.

“And what was that?” I ask, pulling my brows in.

“Your reaction.”

I press my lips together. “I’m not following.”

He turns me then, wrapping his arms around my waist. His lips trail along my jaw before my eyes settle on my grandmother and his girls, each with a separate framed cross-stitch in their hands that, together, read:

This. House. Is. Ours.

I gasp loudly before looking up at him in shock. “What?”

“I bought this for us,” he tells me, love in his eyes. “When I saw the plans, it reminded me of everything you love. You saidonce you wanted a loft so we can put a Christmas tree up there, and I want to do that with you. It has a pond we can skate on in the winter. A porch we can drink wine and eat snacks on in the evening. It has wildflowers, Fable. This house is us.”

My eyes are misty as I nod. “It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, kissing my nose again. “I want to make a home with you, Fable, and this one spoke to my soul. Just as you do.” He cups my jaw, holding his lips to mine as he tells me, “Make a home with me.”

As I gaze into his beautiful eyes, I fall deeper in love with him. Each day, something new has me falling ever so hopelessly for him. His support, his belief in me, his dedication to me—it’s all I could ever ask for. I may overthink this later, but I know I can grant him his request and more. “As if I’d say no.”

The girls all let out whoops as Jett cradles me in his arms to kiss me enthusiastically, leaving my heart to explode in my chest.

I never felt the security of a home, and I never thought I would.

But maybe home isn’t a place. Maybe it’s better because it’s a guy who makes me feel alive.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

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