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He peeks at me out of the corner of his eye. “Do I thinkwhat?”
“That we could remain friends, even if I move back to San Francisco?”
“If?” His fingers stop tapping against the steering wheel.
“When.” I power through the next sentence before I second-guess myself. “Our families are so happy that we’re all together, and I’d hate for things to be strained again if we have a falling out or things get weird between us.”
“Iforwhenyou move back, I don’t plan on letting things goback to the way they were before.”
My brain takes his statement and runs a marathon with it until Julian interrupts my overthinking power hour by stopping his truck at the intersection leading out of town. “Put this on.”
I check out the silk eye mask. “Is this surprise a kinky one?”
“Don’t take it off.” His burning gaze is the last thing I see before he pushes the mask down, blocking my view.
My body trembles, a fact Julian notices based on his low chuckle.
The engine roars as he takes off again, driving for another twenty minutes before the car finally rolls to a stop.
“Wait here,” he announces before climbing out of the car.
I have no idea what surprise Julian has planned, but I can’t wait to find out.
He opens my door and helps me out.
“Can I take off the blindfold now?”
“Give me a minute.” He grips my elbow and leads me into the unknown. Funny how two months ago, I didn’t trust him near me with both eyes open, yet now I’m willingly taking a blind leap of faith with him.
Gravel crunches beneath my boots as we walk uphill.
I strain my ears while searching for clues about our location. “Where are we?”
“Lake Aurora.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see in a second.”
I’m not sure why Julian brought me out here, but anticipation bites at my heels. Lake Aurora was founded ten years after Lake Wisteria and was heavily influenced by London architecture.With houses of every color and rows of unique townhomes that stretch for miles, the town is a designer’s dream.
After ten more steps, Julian holds true to his promise as he rips the eye mask off. I blink a few times, allowing my eyes to adjust before I take in the massive mansion in front of us. The Queen Anne-style matches the Founder’s house style, although this one was kept in slightly better condition.
“What’s going on?”
He holds up a pair of keys. “You said you were bored.”
“So you bought me a house?”
“I thought we could fix it.”
“Together?”
The slight tightening of his throat gives his nerves away.
“What happened to destroying houses to build neighborhoods?” I ask.
“I still plan on doing so.”
