His (Ties That Bind #2) - Natasha Knight Page 0,59

out of the car and stare up at the house that Gleb described as cozy on our drive up to Cooperstown.

Gleb is watching his daughter carefully, and he’s trying not to let her see his nerves. But he wants her to like it. He wants both of us to like it.

“Lev mentioned you like log cabins,” Gleb says.

Kat blinks at me. “Yeah, but this place could eat my log cabin for breakfast.”

“It looks big, but it’s only forty-three-hundred square feet. An ample size for a family with plenty of room for additions.”

Kat’s expression dims, and I squeeze her hand in mine. It’s something that we haven’t talked about extensively, but the tragedy still lingers in the back of all our minds. I know Gleb wants Kat to be happy, to put it behind her and consider having more grandbabies. This is his way of showing that, even if he doesn’t put it as delicately as most would.

“I like the porch.” I redirect the conversation.

The cabin nestled onto the hillside has incredible views of Otsego Lake, and it isn’t hard for me to imagine my family sitting on the wraparound deck every summer, soaking it in.

“It is a beautiful porch,” Kat agrees. “The view is incredible.”

“Come on.” Gleb gestures for us to follow and leads us toward the house. “It’s even better inside.”

The air smells different up here. Cleaner. Crisper. Much like Colorado. And it’s only a few hours away from Gleb’s house, so it would be easy enough for him to visit as often as he likes.

Using the keys on the ring Gleb gave me, I unlock the door, and we step inside, taking in the details of the space. The main room is a lofty, open floorplan with massive windows and the views that Gleb promised.”

I tuck Kat against my side, wrapping my arm around her waist as Josh squeaks his shoes across the wood floor.

“This place is huge!” he belts out. “Can we go swimming?”

Kat laughs and shakes her head. “Not today. We didn’t bring anything to swim in. But maybe another time.”

Hope shines in Gleb’s eyes as he points out all the features of the house. Somewhere between the stone fireplace and the master suite, I can see acceptance in Kat’s eyes. But she’s still hesitant. Inside, she’s that same little girl who came from nothing. She doesn’t know if she deserves all of this, and even though Gleb was the one to give it to her, I want her to know more than anything that she does.

“Let’s go check out the outbuildings,” I tell her. “Leave Grandpa Gleb here with Josh.”

Gleb nods, and I take Kat’s hand, leading her to the large shop on the property. Already, I can see a use for it. It isn’t difficult to imagine myself in here, getting back to my roots and recreating the pastime that I loved. Spending hours in the shop with my father, I would take pieces of metal and turn them into something else. But right now, I have a different idea in mind as I shut the door behind us and flip on the lights.

“What are we doing?” Kat whispers.

“This.” I hoist her up onto the workbench and wedge my body between her legs, dragging her face to mine.

Kat moans against my lips, and I take my time, tasting her. Touching her. Appreciating every second of the privacy that we rarely get these days. I’ve missed this more than anything, but I haven’t wanted to push her either. My cock is a pulsing beast in my jeans, and when I finally pull away, Kat and I are both breathless, hungry, and needy.

“Why did you stop?” she murmurs, trying to drag me back to her.

“We can’t.” I rest my forehead against hers.

“Lev.” She sighs out in frustration. “You’ve been treating me with kid gloves ever since I came home.”

“Because I don’t want to rush anything.” I brush her hair back out of her eyes and kiss the new scar on her forehead. The constant reminder that I almost lost her.

“I think it’s time,” she whispers against my lips. “Time to put the past behind us and move forward. But I’m scared.”

“I know you are, sweetheart.” I stroke her hair and cradle her against my chest, a silent promise that I’ll always protect her. That I’ll never let anyone else take her from me again.

“Do you like this place?” I ask.

“I do.” Her fingers tangle together in her lap. “But do you think it’s too much?”

“No.” My