“I think I’ve got everything squared away for you. I hope it’s to your liking.”
What is she talking about?
“I’m sure it’s fine.” Cooke pushes up to standing, and we all head to the elevator. Connie pushes the button for the fourth floor. When the doors open, I start to head right, like before.
“It’s this way, Miss Maxwell.” Connie points in the other direction.
“Oh. All right.”I thought he bought the one Connie showed us.
I follow behind the group, keeping one hand on Cooke. When we reach number 425, Connie opens the door and we all step inside.
Saffie walks in first, and I hear her gasp. “Bloody brilliant,” she says with a squeal.
Cooke stops and motions for me to go next. I peek around the doorway and gasp just like Saffron. “Wow.”
The three of us make our way to the living area while Connie stays by the door. It’s twice the size of the other place we saw. There’s a fireplace, the decor is similar, and the ceiling, kitchen cabinets, and countertops are done in white like the first place, but this one has a larger kitchen to go with the larger living room. Not only that, there’s furniture. Nice furniture. There’s a big comfy-looking sectional in the living room, a coffee table, and a huge television mounted above the gas fireplace.
I peek into one bathroom and see it’s outfitted with white towels and gray rugs. In the spare bedroom, there’s a queen-size bed with pretty linens in grays and whites. Two dressers and two nightstands that all match the headboard complete the room. There are white blinds on the windows, but they’re up right now, so lots of light is streaming through.
“Love,” Cooke calls for me from the other room. He’s standing in front of the other bedroom door, waving me over.
I follow him through the doorway and gasp once again. “This is amazing.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it.” There’s a king-size bed in this room and the same dressers, nightstands, and headboard. But this one is painted a pale blue color. The linens aren’t plain either. Instead of the gray and white from the other room, the bedding is swirling lines and shapes all in various shades of blue.
“To match your eyes, love.”
That’s it. I’ve been holding in my stupid emotions for hours. No, days. Then, when he stepped out of the car, I had to concentrate to keep the tears tucked away. But I can’t do it anymore. Once one tear leaked out, the rest just came like a torrent. “That’s… that’s the sweetest.”
“Love,” he murmurs. Leaning down, he kisses my lips softly.
“It’s beautiful, Cooke.”
“Did you see our bathroom?”
Ourbathroom? Oh my God. This man is going be the death of me.
“Not yet.” I sniffle, then step into the bathroom. I’m speechless. It’s set up a lot like his home in England with a separate bathtub and a shower the size of my room at home. There are two sinks, and on the wall, blue towels hang from a towel warmer.
Back in the kitchen, Saffie is making a sandwich.
“How did you get this place ready from England?” I ask.
“I did it, Miss Maxwell,” says a proud Connie.
“It’s perfect. Cozy yet classy.”
Connie chuckles. “I’m the interior designer as well as the agent for this project, so I’m pleased you see what I intended for these units.”
“You did a brilliant job, Connie. Thank you.” Cooke is smiling, but he looks tired.
“Babe, why don’t you go lie down? I can bring your things up for you.”
“You have two parking spaces beneath the building. I’ve left the codes for you on the counter.” Connie points to a spot next to the fridge. “If you park inside, you can bring everything up in the elevator. There are dollies in the garage as well for larger loads. Let me know if you need anything.”
With that, Connie leaves, and we’re all quiet for a moment.
