Page 102 of Call It Home

“Nope,” Mac said. “This is what family does.”

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Mac

“Thanks for everything you did to welcome Trey,” I told Cam as we got back home.

“I’m so happy he wants to give Sterling Mill a try. He’ll have his peace and quiet out there in the cabin, but there’s plenty of love and fun for when he wants to come out. And you weren’t kidding when you said he knows how to build. Caldwell Creations is going to have to hire employees soon with all the requests for orders.”

I shook my head. It had been a little overwhelming, but right now, we were still building things slowly. Neither Trey nor I wanted to work with anyone else. And ironically, the less furniture we turned out, the more people were willing to pay. It was crazy.

“Hey, what’s this?”

I bit back a grin. “Remember you said you wanted an original table? That’s it.”

“Seriously?” She ran her fingers along the piece Trey had helped me create. I knew it was just a matter of time before she figured out what was so special about it. We’d cut two circular pieces of wood to look like rings, one a little smaller than the other, and mounted them on a circular base so that could swivel. I’d ordered two pieces of round glass with beveled edges that I attached to the rings, one piece just a little higher than the other, to make a two-top piece that could be adjusted to expand outward or stay smaller.

“These are amazing,” she exclaimed. “They look like rings—”

She gasped as she saw me kneeling beside the table and holding out a real ring. “I’m not very good with words, but I love you, Cameron Allen. And it would mean everything to me if you would marry me.”

Her eyes glistened as she sank to her knees in front of me. “Do you want the short or the long answer?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at this woman who made my heart happy. “I want the forever answer.”

“Then, yes, I would love nothing more than to marry you.”

I’d built a lot of houses for a living, but thanks to Cam, I finally knew whathomeshould feel like. It wasn’t the layout of the floor plan or the fancy hardware or how big and lavish it was. It wasn’t even living in a fun and quirky town. It was finding security and strength with someone else.

It was this.

I’d finally found a place to call home.

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