“Nothing.” Her wide eyes said more than she was willing to voice in front of company.
They moved through the first level. If she pushed her frustration and mounting anger aside, the house was much closer to her style inside.
Dark hardwood floors, light walls. Whoa, the kitchen was a dream opening into a family room. And those windows overlooking the bay in the distance. Not the Atlantic, but toward Plymouth.
It’d be a longer drive for her to get to work, but only ten minutes more. Not really the end of the world.
“The primary is on the first floor,” Stella said.
Not her preference with a baby coming. She couldn’t believe he didn’t ask heranyof these things!
But when they walked in, she saw another room off to the side. A little sitting area that actually had a door to it. “This is perfect for the nursery, don’t you think?”
She let out a sigh, thankful Stella wasn’t that close when he whispered it.
“It would work.”
The rest of the primary suite was exactly what she’d expect of a house this grand. This costly.
It didn’t bear thinking of.
Nothing she’d ever be able to afford, and he was probably paying cash for it.
The upstairs had three more rooms, two more full baths and a large loft area for a hangout spot that could be a media room.
The basement was more space that wouldn’t get used. Not anytime soon.
A bar, a second room to hang out, a guest suite and even a tiny kitchen.
The walk down the slope to the beach wasn’t that horrible either. Being on this side of the island, they wouldn’t get hit with as large of waves and be shielded more from the storms.
“Well?” he asked her thirty minutes later. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
She put her head back in the car where they were sitting. Stella was locking the house back up.
“Let’s go home. We need to talk.”
There was no noise, the car not starting either.
She didn’t move much, just turned her head on the seat to face him. Her eyes opened, steady and searching, catching the tension in his furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to find out, but not now. Just drive. I need to gather my thoughts.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch at her tone. Didn’t even say a word.
After five seconds with the air crackling around them, he started his SUV and pulled away, going back to his rented home where her car was.
Good thing because she’d be leaving soon.
After she got it all off her chest.
“Are you going to talk to me now?” he asked.
Her purse was hanging on the railing, her feet pacing the floor.
“Arik. I’m really trying. Trying hard. Did you just spend millions on a house without even talking to me about it?”
“I bought it, not you.”
