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“Let’s go.”

“Come here,” he said. “Let me show you something before we go. It’s the best part.”

“What?” I said.

“The garage,” he said.

Three-car garages might have excited men, but they didn’t excite me at all. With great reluctance, I followed him down the hallway and toward the garage.

He flipped the light switch at the end of the corridor. “Garage is on the other side of this door.”

I sighed and then rolled my eyes. “Woo. Hoo.”

He pushed the door open.

My car was in the garage, and another car was parked on the other side of it. I was confused. Like, really confused.

I looked at him. “That’s my car.”

He nodded. “Yep.”

“Parked beside their car.”

“No. That other one’s yours, too.”

Now, I was really, really confused.

“Adam…”

“That’s your car,” he said. “And, that other one is one I bought for you. I figured along with the new home, you’d want a new car.”

He smiled.

My head started spinning. My mouth went dry. He looked serious. I opened my mouth and tried to talk, but couldn’t. Not yet. I was still way too confused.

“Why. Uhhm…” I murmured.

He must have seen it in my eyes. Or maybe it was when my legs went out, and I stumbled into the wall behind me. Either way, he finally locked eyes with me and told me the truth.

“I bought the house. And no, you can’t ask how. But it’s ours, and it’s legal,” he said.

I was filled with so much emotion I was shaking uncontrollably.

“Ours?”

At least I thought that was what he said.

He reached for the bill of his hat and tugged on it a little. “Yeah. Ours.”

I nodded, but I didn’t understand.

“I think things should come in a particular order,” he said. “And so far, it’s going perfect.”

It could have been the weird helmet he made me wear. Or, the fact that I still had no idea what was going on. Or, that I was just that dumb at that moment in time.

I turned my palms up. “I don’t…”

“We met,” he said. “Then, we kissed. Then, we committed to a relationship. Then, we made love. Now? Now, we need to live together and make sure you don’t get sick of me. If you can stomach living with me, I suppose the next step will be getting married. But, for now…”