Page 91 of Tempting God

Grant asks, “Is it safe for my wife to be traveling with me?”

“Perfectly safe. We don’t worry about air travel until week thirty-six.”

Grant exhales. He’s been so paranoid that something is going to happen. I take his hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“See? Nothing to worry about.”

I can tell he’s not satisfied with my response, but it’s the truth. We have nothing to worry about.

In the SUV, I turn to Grant when I realize we’re driving in the opposite direction of our hotel.

“Where are we going?”

Grant says, “I know we haven’t talked about it, but I wanted to show you something.”

We drive to the gated community that Hannah and Brooks live in, but drive past their street, coming to a stop in front of a massive white brick house.

“Where are we?”

“Home, if you like it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Brooks told me the house was for sale, and I thought it might be nice to be near friends. The area is safe, and the schools are great, but if you don’t want to live in Texas, we can find another place.”

He bought us a house? My eyes water. Damn hormones!

“Grant, this is incredible. Can we look inside?”

“We can do anything we want. We own it.”

I laugh. “You sure got lucky. What if I hated it?”

“Owning property is never a bad investment. Come on, Mrs. Carter. Let’s go look at our house.”

Hannah’s house is pretty impressive, but this one is twice as big. The first floor has an open floor plan, where you can see the living room from the kitchen with no obstructions. There are two studies—one for each of us, a laundry room, powder room, and a walk-in pantry that has me dreaming of cooking my next meal. The second floor has five guest rooms and a primary room that’s bigger than my first apartment. I look into the room next to the primary suite. It's perfect for the nursery.

I spin to Grant. “This is amazing, Grant.”

“You truly like it?”

“I love it.” I kiss him and add, “And I can’t wait to christen it.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “The furniture will be here tomorrow.”

“You ordered furniture without me?”

“I spoke to the interior designer you’ve used in your last two places and felt confident she would pick out things that you’d like.”

“God, you’re perfect,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You may be the only one who thinks that of me, but I’ll take it.”

His phone rings, ruining the moment, and we both groan.

“They can wait.” I laugh as he tosses his phone, pulling me close. “Now. Where were we?”

And so I show him exactly where we were.

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