Bryce pointed toward the far end of the room. “Glass doors on the west wall led to the balcony. Under the stairs on the east side, there’s a half-bath. Upstairs there are the bedrooms.”
Beth caught on the last word. “Bedrooms? Plural?”
Bryce grinned. “Three rooms. Two full baths. Want to check them out?”
Her brows lifted. “I was picturing something way smaller.”
Beth glanced around, still taking everything in whileanswering his question. “No, I think I’ll explore down here first. This is nothing like I was expecting.”
“How so?”
“Well,” Beth began, running her fingers along the rough brick wall, “the downtown loft I visited before was just one big open room. The bedroom was barely sectioned off by a partial wall divider—nowhere near as luxurious as this. I always thought lofts and studios were basically the same thing, but this… this is not a studio.”
She turned in a slow circle, taking in the vastness of the space before tilting her head back to admire the vaulted ceilings. “I love the hardwood floors and the exposed brick. How big is this place?”
Bryce smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Twenty-one hundred square feet on the main level. The second level is around fourteen hundred.”
Beth let out a low whistle. “Wow.”
The elevator was nestled in the corner, blending seamlessly into the loft’s industrial charm. Directly opposite stood a modern wood-burning fireplace, surrounded by black bricks that stretched all the way to the vaulted ceiling.
Mounted above it was a huge flat-screen TV. A black leather sectional sat in front of the fireplace, offering an ideal view of the flames, the screen, or the spectacular scenery visible through the impressively clean glass wall behind part of the couch.
To the left, the dining area featured a table large enoughfor entertaining, crafted from rich redwood—almost an extension of the matching redwood floors. Just beyond the table, the kitchen unfolded, integrating flawlessly into the open-concept space.
The kitchen island mirrored the same redwood cabinetry, its deep tones striking against the white marble countertops. A cast iron range with a built-in griddle dominated the island’s center, crowned by a sleek, industrial-style hood suspended from the ceiling. Along the connecting wall, a double convection oven gleamed beside a stainless-steel refrigerator. The long stretch of countertop wrapped around to meet the glass wall, where a farmhouse sink was centered in one of the first glass panels—perfectly framing an uninterrupted view of the mountains.
The entire west wall was made of glass, with a set of French doors centered between the two spaces. Beth had never seen a wall like that in a home—only in office buildings. The natural light pouring in gave the illusion of being outdoors. The seamless blend of rustic and modern was stunning.
Beth turned back to Bryce, her expression unreadable. “Youactuallylive here?”
His lips quirked. “Weactually live here.”
Through the French doors, the outdoor patio was an oasis. Designed to maximize the view, the balcony sat steps below the main floor, ensuring an unobstructed panorama of the mountains and city skyline from inside. It stretched the entire length of the apartment, wrapping around both sides—and wassurprisingly very private, in spite of its downtown location.
Just outside the door sat an outdoor couch with a gas firepit in front of it, protected by a glass railing that, once again, preserved the mountain views. Off to the left was a wet bar with six high-backed stools, ready for entertaining.
A massive stainless-steel grill gleamed beside it, clearly built for more than just casual barbecues. Around the corner stood another large outdoor table. That portion of the deck was enclosed by a redwood privacy fence and, in addition to the table, featured a series of raised garden beds.
Beth stepped down, following the balcony’s curve to the right as it opened into an unexpected retreat—a horseshoe pit (thankfully not set along the glass wall), a sunken lap pool, and a hot tub. Each space was nestled within the balcony’s strategically placed privacy screens, filtering the sun just enough to invite uninterrupted relaxation—without the worry of prying eyes.
She turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. Lounge chairs and glass-topped end tables framed the pool and hot tub area, styled in a way that wouldn’t feel out of place at a luxury resort. In the corner, a storage unit sat discreetly tucked away.
This was her favorite part. She couldn’t believe Bryce never had guests over. If she lived here, she’d want to share it.
Beth exhaled, thoroughly impressed.
“This is ridiculous.”
She tore herself away from the spectacular outdoor space and headed back inside, peeking into the small bathroom tuckedbeneath the stairs. Simple, functional, everything about it sleek and modern. Satisfied that she’d seen the entire main floor, they made their way upstairs.
The second level was shaped like a backward L, running along one side of the loft and extending over the kitchen and entry hall—leaving the living and dining areas open to the soaring vaulted ceiling.
An open hallway showcased the second-floor doors, bordered by a glass banister that offered more uninterrupted view of the mountains. Natural light poured in, making the entire space feel even larger—as if the sky itself stretched right into the loft.
The upstairs was just as impressive as the main level.
Bryce stopped at the first door, pushing it open to reveal a room larger than her bedroom at the apartment.
