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It was a relief to think that someone was going to be honest with me. “Thank you.”

He scowled playfully. “I expect the same from you.”

“You’ll get it.”

We toured the home from top to bottom. It looked remarkable from every angle. At the top of the steps, I paused. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Sure.” He kissed me twice and then pulled away. “I’m guessing you’re happy?”

I laughed to myself. “If you only knew.”

He gave me a funny look. “What does that mean?”

“I’ve never been happier than I am right now,” I admitted. “Never.”

“In seeing this house?”

“This house is insignificant,” I replied. “I’m talking about since you and I started this. You make me happy.”

“What about me?”

“It isn’t one thing. I like the way you look, the way you act, the way you carry yourself. It’s pretty much everything. Yeah. I’ll go with that. I like everything about you.”

“That’s nice to hear,” he said, seeming a little embarrassed. “You want to hear something that’s going to sound ridiculous?”

“Sure.”

“I feel the same way,” he said. “About you.”

Chapter Fifteen

Devin

Vinnie stepped inside the door. His eyes widened as he took in the grand entrance. He gazed at the twin staircases that flanked the entrance. “Che figato!”

“You like it so far?”

His eyes darted from one area to another, taking in everything that was within view. “The medigan who had this fuckin’ place musta been nuotare nell’oro.”

He acted like I spoke his native tongue. I gave him a funny look. “What does that mean?”

“I said the idiot who owned the place musta been swimmin’ in fuckin’ gold.” He waved his hand toward the upstairs handrail as he walked along the hallway. “Look around, would ya? Venetian plastah. Imported mahble. Fuckin’ place looks like a million bucks, huh?”

“Sixty,” I said with a laugh. “Looks like sixty million bucks.”

“I think he likes it,” Teddi whispered.

“Whattabout the beach?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder as he walked toward the living room. “Do all these fuhkas along here have beach views?”

“There’s a beach view from the entire west side of the house,” Teddi said. “Each of the bedrooms and the master bath all have views as well.”

He peered through the west-facing sliding glass windows. Beyond the swimming pool, the luscious landscape gave a remote tropical island feel. A few footsteps beyond the yard’s final row of palms, the Gulf of Mexico stretched for as far as the eye could see. The deep blue water glistened beneath the afternoon sun.

“That section of beach?” he asked, gesturing to the sand in the distance. “It’s the homeownahs?”

“The homeowner?” Teddi asked.

“That’s what I said,” he said, seeming almost irritated. “The fuckin’ homeownah.”