Chapter Ten
“This is your home?” I practically screeched the words out as Law pulled us up to a large cabin on the middle of a farm. In fact, it was more than a cabin, it was like a large two-story house that probably had four bedrooms, but had logs cemented to the outside. It was nothing I was expecting to see from Law.
I also hadn’t expected the dirt road that led up to the house, or the horses that grazed the land off to the side where a small barn sat.
“Our home.” He said this like it was something I should have known already.
I opened the car door and jumped out of the truck. I might have been tall, but Law’s truck was taller. I landed on the ground with a thud and Law grabbed my bags from the back of his truck.
“Just two bags?” He raised an eyebrow in question.
“I didn’t want to bring everything and then you turn me away.”
His eyes softened at my comment and he moved closer to me.
“Nothing could ever keep me away from you, Anya. Nothing.” He leaned down to kiss me and then smacked my ass and headed toward the house without another word. I followed slowly, looking around outside at the surroundings, listening to see if I could hear for anything besides the faint neigh of the horses or sounds of the birds flying around.
I most definitely wasn’t in New York anymore.
“You coming?” Law stopped in the middle of the threshold with an amused smile on his face. I followed him up the stairs and was greeted with a rustic home inside. You could tell Law loved the simplistic nature of the country. His home was filled with dark walls but natural lighting. Windows adorning each wall, with tan curtains. Rugs covered scraped hardwood floors that looked loved from years of wear. The walls were lined with family photos and in the middle of the living room sat a fireplace that took up most of the side wall. The gorgeous brown brick made that wall like it was what the house was built around. And damn it, it could have been for all I knew.
“Do you like it?” I turned to where Law had set my bags down by the staircase that was a simple light brown wood banister with single cut wood slats for stairs. I felt like I really had stepped into the backwoods. But I loved it.
“I don’t think like is the right word here.” I could see the wheels working in Law’s head, so I quickly added, “I love it, Law. It’s perfect. It’s you.”
I walked over to where he stood and wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head on his chest. We stood there in the silence of his house. I think both of us were taking in the situation I had just brought upon us, but I knew for a fact it was the right one. I was meant to be here.
“Lawson Kane, that better be you,” a woman shouted from another room. I looked up at Law with question. “Don’t call your mom. Don’t tell her when you are coming or going. I’m done with this, Lawson. You better have a good explanation for—”
Her words were stopped short when she rounded the corner and saw Law and me standing there still in an embrace.
“What’s this?” The woman’s demeanor changed completely. From her being upset and a rough tone with Law to a sweet Southern accent that dripped like honey. Slow and with a purpose.
“This is Anya, Mom.”
I looked from the woman and back at Law. He was smiling down at me and I moved out of his arms and toward the woman he called mom.
“Hello, I’m Anya.” I held out a hand, but that didn’t seem good enough for her. She grabbed me into a bear hug and wouldn’t let me go.
“We don’t do handshakes in this family, only hugs.”
I laughed at the way Law’s mom was already bringing me into the family, yet I had only just met her. She pulled back and placed her hands on my shoulders, assessing what was standing before her.
“Wait till you meet my husband. He might not let you go.”
She shot a wink to me and then moved her attention to Law.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing her? I would have made plans to pick her up or made plans for dinner tonight,” his mother scolded him.
“I didn’t know she was coming, Mom.” Law was still wearing his racing jumper and looked completely out of place as he stood in the house shrugging his shoulders.
His mom looked from Law and then back at me, her face unreadable.
“I think a dinner is in order tonight.” She clapped her hands together, like what she said went, even though this was clearly Law’s house.
“Mom.” Law tried to intervene.
“It’s final, Lawson,” she snapped at him. “A girl travels here to surprise you, I damn well want to get to know her.”
