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Jett turns to me and offers a bashful smile that wrecks my heart.
Every damn time.
“Nan, this is Ethan, and his sister Cate and his brother Harry.”
“It’s so wonderful to meet y’all. Call me Jules,” Nan announces and offers each of us a hug in turn. “Let’s get your stuff inside and then we can sit down for dinner.”
“Awesome. I’m starving,” I admit, and Harry and Cate groan. “What? I’m being honest. I’m a hockey player. I need to eat. A lot.”
Jules winks at me.
“I like a person who knows their mind and their stomach.”
“She cooks enough food to feed three ranches,” Jett admits. “You’ll probably gain ten pounds by Monday.”
“Good. I need to bulk up for the winter season.”
We’re ushered inside, and Jett’s house is as warm and welcoming as his family. There’s a large living area with terracotta tiles, honey-colored walls, and a wood-beamed ceiling. Two comfy-looking leather couches flank a stone fireplace and bright artwork decorates every wall.
“Jett, honey, you show Ethan to his room, and I’ll get Cate and Harry settled in theirs.”
Jett motions to the left, and I follow him down the hallway. The walls are covered in family photos, and as we walk, it’s like I’m watching Jett grow up in real time.
“Is my room next to yours?”
“Your room is mine,” he says.
I stop short, and I’m pretty sure my eyes are bugging out.
“Your grandparents are okay with that?”
“We’re adults, Ethan. You’re my boyfriend.” Jett pauses. “Plus, their suite and the guest bedrooms are located at the other end of the house.”
“That’s a good thing,” I admit. “You know I can’t be quiet.”
Jett chuckles and the sound makes me smile.
“No kidding.”
Jett stops when we reach the end of the hallway.
“I took what was once my nan’s sewing room and converted it into my bedroom when I was a teenager. I wanted my own section of the house where I could blast music as loud as I wanted and where I could do other things that I didn’t want them knowing about.”
“Like what? Ooh, tell me all your dirty secrets.”
Jett’s husky laugh hits me right in the balls, and I reach for him, taking his lips in a fierce kiss. Yes, it’s a very good thing we’re sharing the same room. I’d be sneaking into his anyway.
He opens the door on the right and motions for me to enter. The space is big, with the same tile floors, warm walls, and two skylights. The king-size bed is covered in a blue-and-white quilt and faces another fireplace. The walls are lined with shelves of books and rowing trophies.
“I love it. But then, I knew I would.”
“Ethan.”
I drop my bag on the floor and pull Jett into my arms.
“Welcome home, baby.”
THE NEXT DAY
