“Nope,” Knox responds.
Skepticism colors my face. “Then why are we going there?”
Griffin grins. “You’ll see.”
I’m getting tired of that answer.
We turn down the dirt road and drive past the bar. Before we come across the barn, there’s a fork in the road that wasn’t there before.
“Where—”
“You’ll see,” Noah cuts me off.
I peep to Noah in the back seat. “Doyouknow where we’re going?”
“No.”
My face wrinkles. “Then?—”
“We’re here,” Griffin announces.
I turn back around, facing forward and peer out the windshield. My breath freezes in my lungs as my jaw drops.
In front of us is a house. An honest-to-goodness house.
Windows make up most of the front on the first and second story, and a wide porch wraps around the sides. The wood and stone accents are a dream. On either side of the steps leading to the porch are white chrysanthemum bushes.
Noah unbuckles and leans over the seat so he can see as well. “Wow! That’s a big house!”
My eyes water, spilling over with tears. “What is this?”
“It’s our home.”
“Ourhome? As in…” My throat chokes up with emotion.
Griffin leans in. “As in, welcome home, Sunshine.” His lips brush my cheek, kissing the tears on my face.
Noah’s brows just about disappear in his hairline. “We get to live here? All four of us?”
“Yeah, bud.”
“Can we go inside?” Noah asks, bouncing in his seat.
“Of course.” Griffin slides out of the truck, taking Noah with him. They walk hand in hand up the steps to the porch and disappear inside the house.
“When…How…” I’m in such a state of shock that I can’t finish my thoughts.
Knox shrugs. “We’ve been working on it for a while. This is where our childhood home used to be, but we tore that down years ago.”
My eyes pop in surprise. “You and Griffin built this?”
“We had a contractor, but we put in a lot of work ourselves as well.”
Blinking, I process his statement. “How did I not notice any trucks and all that driving by the bar?”
“This road goes to the other side of our property. We have the construction crew use that road to get here.”
I have a difficult time smiling because I can’t stop crying. “Thank you for this,” I whisper.
