Truth (Betrothed #10) - Penelope Sky Page 0,86
few hours to process everything.”
“That’ll never happen again. No one is coming after me. They have no reason to.”
“I know.”
“No reason to be scared.”
“I know.”
He cupped my face before he looked me in the eye. “I’m really proud of how you handled that. You didn’t need me.”
I shook my head. “No, I did need you.”
He smiled slightly. “I loved the way you quoted Beyoncé again.”
“I guess that’s just what I do when I get really mad.”
He chuckled. “Then I’ll know when you’re really mad at me.” He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to shower and get some sleep.”
“I’m tired too.”
“Then let’s make love and then go to sleep.” He grabbed my bag off the couch and made his way to the bedroom.
I watched him go, watched his strong frame shift and move as he carried my bag down the hallway. I knew this was the beginning of the blissful life I’d always wanted, to have a husband my family considered their own, and someone I was passionately in love with. I didn’t think I’d get it all…but I did.
He pulled up the private driveway and approached the cobblestone house in the Tuscan countryside. It was a beautiful two-story home with a gorgeous double front door. He parked and killed the engine. “Holy shit, this place is yours?”
“Ours.”
I hopped out of the truck and ran to the entryway. “Oh my god, it’s so fucking cute.” I tugged on the door handle, anxious to get inside.
He chuckled as he came up behind me, pulling out the keys. “Baby, it’s locked.”
I stomped my foot like a child.
He got the key in the door and opened it so I could go first.
“This doesn’t even look like a house you’d buy.”
“I didn’t.”
I looked at him over my shoulder.
“Won it.”
“Won it, how?”
“Poker match.”
I didn’t ask any details before I walked across the hardwood floors, saw the old staircase that hadn’t been touched since it was built, the Italian wallpaper with splashes of blue and white. “It’s so beautiful.” I moved farther into the house, looked at the enormous kitchen that was made for dinner parties. There was a nice dining room and a gorgeous view of the backside of the property, a pool with a cobblestone back patio, along with grass, trees, ivy on the walls, flower beds everywhere. I practically pressed my nose to the glass.
He came up behind me. “We’re moving, aren’t we?”
“Why didn’t you live here in the first place?” I turned around to face him. “If you’d chained me up here, I never would have left.”
He smiled at the comment. “Doesn’t have the best security.”
“But we don’t need security anymore, right?”
He shook his head.
“Can we live here?” I asked, moving into his chest with my hands pressed together. “Please, please, please…”
“It’s a bit of a drive to the theatre.”
“Sooooo worth it.”
He continued to grin down at me. “As much as I love watching you beg, you don’t need to do that.” He pulled my hands apart. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“You really wouldn’t mind?”
He shook his head.
“Yes!” I turned back to the window. “It’s the perfect place to raise a family, and I love how old it is. Your place in the city is nice, but it’s so sleek and modern, and I just love more traditional things.”
He pressed his lips to the back of my head. “I have something else to show you.” He opened the back door and led the way.
I followed behind him, loving the awning and patio, the old fireplace that would be perfect on a cold night like tonight would be.
He rounded the corner and moved farther away from the house, approaching a small building made entirely of glass.
“The greenhouse…”
He unlocked the door and opened it for me.
Inside were rows and rows of sunflowers, the misters at the top spraying them with water, the lamps giving them heat when those rainy days didn’t supply enough sunlight. “Oh my god…” I moved to the first sunflower, which was at my eye level, like I was looking into the sun. “This is amazing, Heath.”
He pulled a pocketknife out of his pocket and sliced one flower off the stalk before he handed it to me. “Sunflower.”
I took it, brought it to my nose for a sniff, staring at him while I did it. I didn’t know what to say, how to respond to the most romantic gesture of all time. I held the flower against my chest, overwhelmed by the way he loved me. “You’re so sweet