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The main house that Garrett wasn’t sure if he should tear down or not was a mansion.When the driver—who had met us at the helipad on the island—stopped in front of the main house, my jaw dropped open.Garrett opened the door and stepped out of the Hummer, then turned and held out his hand for me.Not wanting to fall out of this too-high-off-the-ground vehicle, I placed my hand in his and climbed down.

It felt as if I couldn’t take it all in fast enough.The palm trees, the flowers, the house itself.I’d never been in a house this big.Getting to just walk through it was making me giddy.

“What do you think so far?”Garrett asked, his hand once again on my lower back.

I looked at him.“I think that if you tear this down, you’re insane.”

His mouth twitched.“Is that so?”

I nodded my head emphatically.“Yes.Please tell me you are not seriously considering that.”

He glanced back at it.“We’ve not seen the inside.”

“No, we haven’t, but I am willing to wager that it’s just as fabulous.”

Garrett’s expression seemed pleased.“You’re not someone I’m willing to gamble with.A nineteen-year-old that wins a camper is lethal.”

I sighed dramatically.“I shouldn’t have given away my secrets.”

He leaned closer to me then.His warm breath tickling my ear.“There’s plenty more I intend to unravel.”

Goose bumps covered my arms, and it was ninety-six degrees outside.

“Do you want a tour, Mr.Hughes, or would you rather walk through the house alone?”the man Garrett had introduced as his broker asked.

“Alone,” he replied.

Then, his hand gently pressed against my back as he began to walked toward the arched entrance.I fell into step beside him.

“What style of house is this?”I asked.

“It’s a spin on Mediterranean architecture,” he replied.“I’ve seen photos, but it’s not the same as viewing it in person.”

“Did someone live here?”I asked, curious about what this must be like.Living in a home such as this one.

“No, it was a vacation home.Living permanently on an island like this is not convenient.”

I wanted to argue that I would be perfectly happy with the seclusion.

We reached the double doors at the entrance to the house, and Garrett opened the left one, then stood back for me to enter.The complete splendor of the foyer had me turning in a circle slowly, not wanting to miss one small detail.

“This is …” I breathed, not sure I had words for it.“Unbelievable.”That was the only way to describe it.

“It has the tropical vibe,” Garrett replied.

My eyes swung back to his.He wasn’t looking at the house, but instead, he was watching me.

“Tropical vibe?That’s all you have to say?”

His mouth quirked at the corners.“What would you have me say, Fawn?”

I threw my hands up and let out a small laugh.“I don’t know.Fabulous, glorious, incredible.I think all those would work.”

Garrett chuckled as he closed the space between us until he towered over me.I stared up at him, feeling anxious, off-centered, dazed.He confused me and sent thrills through me, all at the same time.

His hand brushed my hair back over my shoulder, and then he slid it over my neck, much like he’d done in the Winchester Parlor.It was in a position to choke me, yet he never tightened it enough to actually cause any real fear.Those gray eyes almost blue right now seemed to penetrate right through all the warnings in my head about him and grab hold of me.

I swallowed hard, and his thumb brushed against where my throat had given me away.

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