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Rowan gaped at him as he waited for the garage door to open. “Are you house sitting?”
He smiled. “No.”
“You own this house? You bought it?”
“I own it.” He eased into the center of the three stalls.
“When? Why?” She sounded as if she didn’t fully believe him—like she was waiting for the punch line.
“When—about two and a half years ago. It came on the market and I bought it. Other than mama’s house, it’s the only really big purchase I’ve made. Why…?” He closed the garage door and took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. The only way to make her believe he was serious about them was to be one-hundred-percent honest with her.
“I bought it for you. It’s your house.”
