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I ruffle his hair. “Yes, baby. Just like Daddy.”
“Well, let’s get going. Kalum will be arriving shortly. He wants you and LJ settled.”
After fifteen minutes, we arrive at a gated mansion.
“Wow,” Lane says in awe, looking the house.
The kind of house they feature inBetter Homes & Gardens.
“Yeah,” I say, matching Lane’s enthusiasm.
The house is a single story with a charming appeal. It is built for a big family. Not a single man who works in Manhattan. Why would Kalum own this impressive home? It is enormous.
The house has a modern cottage feel. The wind whips my hair with the hint of the salty sea air as we make our way up the pathway leading to the white wooden front door. The door opens as we approach and Camila appears with a warm smile.
“How was the helicopter ride? Did LJ like it?” she asks excitedly.
“Oh, yeah. He loved it,” I tell her.
“Kalum is waiting for you in the kitchen,” she says.
When we walk inside, Lane spots the white fluffy couches and smiles as he tests how soft and comfortable, they are. The home has a cozy feel and is so much better than Kalum’s New York City apartment. This house has white oak wood floors and cream-colored walls.
The kitchen comes into view and Kalum is set up with his laptop on the island on his phone, speaking in a hushed tone. His suit jacket is draped over the stool and the sleeves of his white dress shirt is rolled, giving me a glimpse of tattoos and corded muscle. His dress shirt fits perfectly over his broad shoulders and his dark hair is swept over to the side. I didn’t think he would be here already. He made it before we got here.
The man gorgeous. If I thought he was good-looking when he was in high school, Kalum St. Claire the businessman, is sinfully hot. Tall and handsome with a face to die for. He always reminded me of those GQ models on the cover of magazines I would see in the grocery store back in Spencer.
He spots me walking toward the island, disconnects the call and stands while he shuts the laptop. He looks over at Lane and sees him testing all the seating areas in the living room, and grins.
He nudges his chin toward the living area. “I guess that means he likes it here.”
“Yes,” I say admiring the chef’s kitchen with wood accents. “Your house is beautiful.
The light filters in through the living room windows as the sun sets, giving the house an ethereal feel.
“I’m glad you like it.”
He walks down a hallway but I frown because he is looking around for the light switch. “It has to be somewhere,” he mutters to himself.
I walk over spotting a light switch on the opposite side of the wall. I push it on. He walks down the hallway and begins to open every single door.
“Kalum?”
He turns his head. “Yes, Aura.”
“Is this really your home?”
“It is now. Why?”
I stifle a laugh. “You seem not to know where anything is.”
He takes a deep sigh and faces me. My head tilts because I’m five feet to his six-four. His eyes rake slowly down my simple white T-shirt and skinny jeans, finally landing on my face. I unconsciously swipe my long hair over one shoulder. His gaze lingers on my hair for a second longer than necessary.
“Your hair is longer,” he points out.
My skin tingles when he is near and there is a flutter low in my belly. It sounds crazy because I just lost my husband. The minute my gaze lingers on his chest a second longer than necessary, guilt slowly creeps in and I look away.
Shame overcomes me at my reaction. I should feel absolutely nothing around him.
