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“Mudroom.”
“Thank God.” Beside the front door, another door leads into a big walk-in closet for boots and winter gear.
He takes my hand and leads me into the open-plan living room and kitchen. I clench his hand tighter as I stare at the furniture we bought for the cottage we rented, complemented with some of Raiden’s things from Boston. “We moved? The whole house?”
“Most of it. We need to go empty our closets and bathroom cabinets. I gave them very detailed instructions.”
I shoot a thank-you prayer to the sky. “Who?”
“I got a removal company and Rachel helped. So did Uncle Bill and Aunt May. It wasn’t expensive, we don’t have a lot of stuff. As you can see.”
“You are all incredible.” He did all this, for me. His family stepped in to help, just like the Logan and Brodie clan would.
“Welcome home, Georgiana,” he whispers.
I just can’t. I can’t hold them in anymore and tears stream down my face. “I’m too happy,” I stammer between sobs.
“Sweetheart.” He pulls me in for a hug and for a handful of minutes, I sob against his chest. “Come on, I’ll have to cure you of that,” he says softly, his eyes filled with love. “Let’s take a tour and you’ll see there’s still lots to be done.”
We explore the small house. The two extra bedrooms are far from done. Neither is the second bathroom, but for all intents and purposes, we’ve moved in. Our bedroom is there, the bed is made and the en suite fully functional.
He leads me to the kitchen and takes two champagne glasses from the glass-fronted cabinet.
“How did you plan all this? And when?”
“Carefully, over time.”
And on the sly. Raiden manages to surprise me every single day.
“You should look into the other cabinets.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. What has he done now? I’ve been overwhelmed by this mind-blowing moment, but now I stare into the cupboards. Colorful Mexican-style plates, bowls and cups stare back at me. Slowly I open one cabinet and take out a cup. I’ve been ogling these for months. “How did you know?”
“Ads pop up for it on our browser all the time, so…someone’s been looking at it again and again.”
I laugh now and jump at him, cup in hand, and he catches me, as if he knew this was coming. “I love it, I love all of it. Thank you so much. I love you so much.”
Raiden lifts me to the kitchen counter and gazes into my eyes as he makes me sit. “You do?”
“You know I do.”
“Thank God.” He kisses my forehead, then turns away and takes a page from the fridge door, where it was stuck under a magnet. “This is our schedule for the next eight months. Pick a date.”
He pushes the paper into my hand, and I huff a sigh as reality hits home. I’ve plotted all our projects on this calendar, and we’re going to be crazy busy until February next year. And by then…there’s going to be more. At least with this schedule, I know everything that needs to happen will happen. Raiden might be teasing me, but he knows I work best with a schedule.
Raiden turns his back to me, and I glance up to watch him pull a bottle of champagne from the fridge.
“What am I picking a date for?”
He seems to stall, but then turns to face me. He breathes in, exhales, puts down the champagne and traps me with his hands on my hips. Already my legs are opening for him to come closer and as he complies and settles, I hook my feet over the back of his thighs.
“Marry me, will you, Georgiana Wess, happiest man on the planet, make me?”
My eyes widen, my heart drops, and I clutch the schedule so tight the paper crinkles. I let it go so I can cup his face in my hands.
“The honor would be mine, Raiden Logan, to marry you tomorrow, if the schedule permits.” I’m overflowing, but now his eyes are swimming too.
“We’re going to have to schedule it in, otherwise it isn’t going to happen,” he whispers.
“Kiss me already and make this official.”
He dips his thumb and forefinger into the coin pocket of his jeans, hitches his eyebrows at me, and does just that as he slips a ring on my finger.
