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“I never planned on selling it.” I bite down on my tongue.
“Ever?”
I shake my head.
Her gaze bounces around the room, probably mirroring her thoughts. “Why?”
“It’s been mine for years.”
“Years?”
“Yes.”
Her mouth drops open, but no words make it out.
I take a deep breath. “Do you remember your answer during the Strawberry Sweetheart pageant? The one about if you had three wishes?”
Her eyes widen.
Catching Dahlia by surprise is easy, but making her speechless? A difficult feat I never thought I would accomplish.
And for my last wish, I’d want to own the blue Founder’s house, she said in earnest, after wishing cancer never existed and being able to have one last conversation with her father.
Her eyes shine, not from the moonlight streaming through the wall of windows, but from the strong emotions threatening to consume her.
“I never forgot.”
A single tear rolls down her cheek, and I kiss it away.
“You made my wish come true without me realizing it.” Her voice cracks.
When the Founder’s house was put on the market a few years ago, I purchased it without hesitating. At first, it was a stupid way of seeking revenge on a woman who had every right to move on with someone else. But every time I planned on tearing it down, I stopped myself and considered how hurt Dahlia would be if she returned to find it gone.
Thankfully, I never went through with the plan. I’m not sure Dahlia would have forgiven me for it, and the way everything worked out was so much better.
“But what about theFor Salesign we drove by after you helped get rid of my engagement ring?”
“I texted Sam about the favor while you were eating thenievefrom Cisco’s.”
“You’re joking.” She pauses before speaking again. “And you asking me to help design it…”
“Was originally because my mom begged me to find you a job to help you through a tough time.”
Her bottom lip trembles. “You could have picked any house for us to work on, but you chose this one.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I knew you wouldn’t resist working on this house…even if it meant teaming up with me.”
“Why didn’t you tear it down years ago?”
“That was the original plan.”
“What stopped you?” She wraps her arms around my neck.
“Angering Gerald?”
