Page 68 of His North Star
He chuckled while leaning his arms on the railing. “It’s pretty fantastic. I’m looking forward to waking up to this every morning.” He turned his head, gazing at me head-on with softness in his eyes.
My stomach swooped. I yanked my gaze back to the lake, afraid to explore what my insides were doing.
“Can I move in?” I asked jokingly. Although, a part of me wasn’t. I’d never have this kind of money to spend on a house. Arrows of envy attacked my chest. Our house above the lodge had a good view too, but we weren’t as close to the water as Ty’s house.
“Yes,” he said.
I whipped around, turning to face him. I thought he’d tease by saying something along the lines of, “You wish.” Yet the serious set of his lips and openness in his eyes confirmed he spoke the truth.
Had he drunk a crazy smoothie this morning? I couldn’t move in with him. That was insane. How would dating work?
“Let’s see the master bath.” I spun on my heel, back to the safety of paint colors.
The bathroom had a large shower to the left, followed by a clawfoot tub. Who still had those? The black ring from years of use could be fixed. There were no chips in the porcelain anywhere. “You’re not getting rid of that.” I pointed to the tub.
“I won’t use it.”
His loss. “No, but your future wife will. She’d kill me if I let you replace it.”
“Really?” He looked pleased at my comment. “I wouldn’t want to upset her. I guess I’ll keep it and make the shower better instead.”
“Smart man.” I patted his shoulder. The counter took up a good portion of the bathroom opposite the shower and tub. It had dual sinks and a vanity with a stool in the middle. “My only other recommendation in here would be to install kitchen-height cabinets, except keep the vanity in the middle low.”
“Why not all one height? Won’t it look weird to have it dip in the middle?”
He’d obviously not been around a woman in the bathroom before. “Not really. And again, your future wife will appreciate not bending low when brushing her teeth, while still having a place to sit and do her hair and makeup.”
“What if my future wife doesn’t have a lot of makeup and hair junk?”
“Ty.” I tutted. “I know your type. Trust me, she will thank you for doing as I say.”
“All right,” he readily agreed.
“That was easy.” I smiled, walking past the small door that held the toilet. The walk-in closet was adjacent to the bathroom. A double door separated the two rooms. My jaw dropped. I bet my entire apartment could fit in here.
“Holy guacamole,” I breathed. “This room is massive!”
“I know. Even with all my stuff, this room is going to be pretty sparse.”
“You could build an entire wall for shoe storage,” I said excitedly. “And a large mirror could go here.” I pointed to the space next to the door. It was the perfect spot to strut down the runway each morning.
“I don’t have that many shoes.” His brow furrowed. “I’ll just use the rack I already own.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Again, not for you. Guaranteed, you show any woman this master suite and she’ll say yes to you in a heartbeat.”
His brows rose to the ceiling. “Is that so?”
“I’d bet on it.”
He pointed at me. “You don’t gamble.”
I leaned toward him. “Exactly.”
“You’re helping me more than you realize.” He nodded slowly. Calculatingly.
“Happy to be of service. Anything else you need today? Otherwise, I should go check on my mom.”
“There’s one last room I want to show you.” He held his hand out, gesturing for me to lead the way out of his en suite. The door I presumed was a linen closet across the hall from the master turned out to be a fourth bedroom. “I’m going to use this room as my office for now. Eventually, I think it would make a great nursery.”
