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Chapter Eleven
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“Put some shoes on,”Hudson says the minute he walks through the front door.
“I just took my shoes off,” I whine from my spot on the couch, having just gotten home from work less than fifteen minutes ago.
“Well put them back on.” He chuckles. “I have somewhere I want to take you.”
“Does it have anything to do with your phone call yesterday?” I cock a brow at him, referring to the private phone call he took shortly after we got home from my parents’ house. He was so hush hush about the whole thing.
“Maybe...” he draws out on a grin.
“Ugh.” I sigh, peeling myself off the couch. Monday’s always suck but today took the cake. I feel absolutely dead on my feet. “This better be good,” I tell him, sliding my flats back on.
“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” He shrugs.
“You’re really not gonna tell me where we’re going?” I question.
“Nope.” He rocks back on his heels, unable to hide the excitement written all over his face.
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“What are we doing here?” I look up at the beach house I spent months renovating before looking back at Hudson, standing on the deck.
“Thought we could do a repeat of the last time we came here.” He smirks, walking toward the front door.
“Um, we can’t be here. The house sold. The new owners should be closing any day now.”
“Today,” he says, reaching his hand into his pocket.
“What?” I question, not hiding my confusion.
“The new owner closed today,” he states, looking at me like I should be catching on to something I’m clearly not.
“How do you know that?” I ask.
“Because I’m the new owner,” he says, laughing when he sees the realization on my face. He inserts a key into the knob and turns the handle, the door popping open before us. Holding his arm out, He pulls me over the threshold.
“You bought this house?” I gape at him, convinced he must be joking.
“I did.” He nods, looking around the beautiful open space.
“But when? How? The offer was accepted almost a month ago.”
“I’m aware. Considering I’m the one who made the offer.”
“You’re messing with me, right?”
“I’m not messing with you, Lennon. As of today this home is officially ours.”
“Ours?” I choke, clouded in a fog of disbelief.
“Ours,” he repeats. “I saw how much you loved this house and honestly I did too. When you said it was being listed, I contacted Mr. Barrett and put in a direct offer.”
“You’ve known this whole time and you never said a word.” I’m finding it difficult to catch my breath, feeling all sorts of overwhelmed.
“I wanted to surprise you after it was official.” He meets my gaze. “Surprise.”
