Page 72 of Mine to Love
“We love the ring to it. And you’re special to us.” Rumor glanced over her shoulder. “And our little boy will be Benjamin Gabriel.”
Liberty fanned her face. “You sure do know how to make a girl cry.”
“Aw. Didn’t mean to do that,” Rumor said. “Miles, have you shown her?—”
“Not yet.” Miles hopped to his feet. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”
“Where?” Liberty took his hand.
He didn’t say a single word. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t even know where to begin. They had settled into a nice life together. Well, as best they could living next door to one another while she mended fences with her father and continued to help Gabriel adjust to all the changes.
Gabriel always came first and Miles accepted that.
He never felt as though he were second fiddle to anything.
But sometimes it was hard when he slept alone, in his bed, in his house, instead of with her in his arms. It didn’t happen all the time, but it happened enough and he had grown tired of it.
Time for another change.
He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her around the side of Emmerson’s house to the next-door neighbor’s, which was currently empty and for sale. He tapped his fingers on the keypad, punching in the code that the real estate agent had given him.
“Miles, what the hell are you doing?” Liberty tugged at his arm.
“I wanted to show you this place.”
“Why?”
He pushed open the door and gave her a little shove. His brother Jameson had just finished the renovation on it for the owners and he’d done a bang-up job. The layout was similar to Emmerson’s, although it didn’t have a pool house. But it did have a tiki bar, which was cool.
And his neighbor would be his brother.
That was if Liberty went for it.
All of it.
“Because I want to buy it.” He took her hand and led her into the spacious kitchen where he’d left some paperwork for her to look at. Talk about a little secret.
“Are you kidding me? I bet the listing for this place is over two million.”
“It’s actually close to three,” he said.
“How can you afford this?”
“Not me. Us.” He tapped his finger on the papers, which was held down by an engagement ring. He wasn’t the most romantic, and neither was Liberty. The wholeon one kneething wasn’t going to work for her, so he wasn’t going to do it. Subtle was more her style.
And his.
She pushed the ring to the side as if she hadn’t even seen it.
He chuckled.
Figures.
“What am I looking at?”
“My bank statements.” He leaned against the counter, taking the ring into his hands, fiddling with it. “I know someone who is interested in buying my house now that all the renovations are complete and Jameson is dying to get his hands on yours. He figures he can be done with it in four months and we should be able to sell it quickly.”
She snapped her gaze to meet his. “Are you suggesting we move in together?”
