“Alistair Reid! How do you live here? It’s like something out of a billionaire romance.”
I chuckled. “Well, I’m certainly not a billionaire, but I’m glad you like it.”
We passed my RV and pulled into the garage. I cut the engine and walked around to open Pam’s door for her.
“Thank you.” She passed me Remi’s carrier, and with my free hand, I helped her down from the truck.
The moment her feet hit the floor, her eyes were scanning the garage walls. I’d covered them in stickers from my travels, using them as an easy-to-carry memento.
“Have you been to all of these places?” she asked in awe.
“Yep. Mostly national parks here in the U.S., but a few are from international trips.”
“You’ve been to so many places, and this was my first time ever flying.” Her back was turned, so I couldn’t see her expression, but how her voice wavered gave away exactly how she felt.
“Hey,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. “Now that you’ve done it, you can go anywhere you want. I’ve been to a lot of places, but I haven’t been there with you.” I spun her around to face me and stared into those bright green eyes. “I am so happy you’re here.”
“Me too.”
“Come on, let’s get Remi settled, and I’ll grab your luggage in a bit. I want to show you something.”
I grabbed her hand, leading her into the house with Remi slung over my shoulder. The moment we stepped inside, she gasped again.
“Alistair! This is beautiful.” She ran across the living room to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that took up an entire wall.
They looked out over the valley, but now that the sun had set, all you could see was a sea of stars. It was the type of view you could only get up here in the mountains. There was no light pollution, no noise from traffic. Just the beauty of nature.
“I can’t wait for you to see it in the daylight. Come on, this way.”
She joined me, and I led her down the hall to the spare bedroom. A cat tree sat near the window, with a food and water bowl on the floor next to it. Tucked inside the closet was a litter box, and every cat toy known to man was spread out on the bed.
“You did all of this?” she asked, her mouth hanging open.
“I, uh, I wanted to make sure Remi was comfortable here,” I said shyly.
Shit.
Maybe I’d gone a little overboard.
Remi scratched at the carrier again, reminding us that he was still confined, and I set him down on the floor. Pam unzipped the top, and, with zero apprehension, the wrinkly little guy jumped out.
“We’re here, buddy,” she cooed and ran her hand over the portion of his back that wasn’t covered by his sweater.
His sweater.
I glanced at Remi and then at Pam.
“Are you wearing matching sweaters?” I asked with a grin.
“Yes,” she huffed under her breath and put her hands on her hips. “I have to do something with my extra yarn.”
Fuck. She was the most adorable woman I’d ever met.
“You know, I’d like a matching sweater.”
She stepped closer, grabbing both sides of the scarf that was still draped over my neck. “I already gave you my favorite scarf, and now you’re asking for a sweater.”
“Mhmm.” I nodded and pressed my forehead against hers.
