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For the first time in a while, things actually feel right.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Demi

WhenNathansaidthathe was going to buy the farm for me, I don’t know what I was expecting… but it wasn’t for him to pull into the farm the very next day, and head straight to the big fancy house on the top of the hill.

It’s easy to recognize his vehicle, considering that he’s the only person that I’ve ever seen drive a genuine Rolls Royce.

The car parks on the other side of a massive old oak tree, which means that I don’t get to see him step out of it and into the house. That doesn’t matter. For the next fifty minutes, I find myself unable to do anything but pace back and forth from the window to the couch. I sit for a moment, then get up and check the window again.

Desperate for a distraction, I shoot Selma a text, letting her know that we need to meet this week; I have big news for her. She sends back a thumbs-up emoji and an excited face, followed by three hearts in different colors. Pink, green, and yellow.

That probably means that she’s on a shift right now. No distraction there. Probably for the best, I want to tell her the big news face to face. Today shouldn’t change that.

Letting out a heavy exhale, I look out of the window again and my heart skips a beat. The Rolls Royce is pulling away from the big house and heading toward mine!

God, I can’t look like I’ve been watching this whole time!

Rushing into the bedroom, I grab one of my around-the-house skirts, a long flowing blue patchwork thing, and a black, tight-fitting tank top to pair with it. I’m in such a hurry that I don’t bother to put on a bra under it, and barely get my hair twisted up with a clip before there’s a knock on the door.

I hurry out and pull open the door, and I’m instantly tugged forward into a searing kiss. My arms wrap instinctively around his neck. Teeth nip gently at my lower lip. His tongue swipes over the inside of my mouth.

Then when he pulls back, he says, “Hey, gorgeous. Fancy seeing you here.”

It’s such a stupid line that I can’t help but laugh. Nathan really is the total package. A guy with a sense of humor—that’s something that I’m not keen on letting slip past me any time soon.

“You want to come in?” I ask, taking a step backward. The grip that I’ve got on his shirt makes it clear that it’s not really up for debate.

“I’d be stupid to say no,” Nathan says, lightly. He lets me lead him into the house, reaching behind himself to shut the door. I kiss him again, just as passionately as the first time around.

“What are you doing out here?” I ask. Clearly, he was up talking to Mindy but—

“I told you, if there was a way to fix things for you, I would fix them.” He reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a folded piece of paper. “Consider the Apple Green farms yours.”

I knew that was what he had been doing up there but seeing him hand over the deed to the farm is still like something out of a dream. I take it with almost trembling hands.

“We need to go up to the county clerk’s office today, both of us, to get it officially put into your name and not mine,” Nathan explains. “But the sale’s been finished. This place isn’t going anywhere. Neither are your horses, and neither are you.”

It takes effort to pull my eyes away from the paper and look up at him instead. A surprising amount of it, actually.

“Nathan,” I say, but find that I’m suddenly lacking in words. Instead, I kiss him again, and hope that conveys everything that I want it to; all of the love, the gratefulness, and how badly I want this moment with him to last.

It might have just been luck that he bought me and not some other girl at that charity auction, but it’s a lot more than that keeping us together now. I could stay there with him forever but that’s unfortunately not in the cards for the day. Instead, he urges me into the Rolls Royce, and we go straight out to the county clerk’s office.

Nathan seems to personally know the man dealing with our case. At least, he’s got no problem calling him by his first name, Eric, and talking shop with the guy. Wrestling seems like a strange sport for the two men to talk about right now, but I let them have fun with it.

I’ve got seemingly endless papers to sign anyway. I’ve never done something like this before. Owning property has always been a pipe dream; you know, endless and totally out of the picture? Like a far, far distant option.

But here I am, signing papers to put, not just property, but Apple Green in my name. Everything feels like it’s finally starting to slide into place around me. The whole time, I can’t stop grinning.

“Never seen someone that happy to do paperwork before,” jokes Eric.

“Yeah, well, this is the kind of paperwork I never thought that I’d get to sign,” I tell him, as I place my name on the dotted line and push it back toward him. “Finished.”

Eric takes a few moments to look over everything, making sure that nothing was missed. Then he tells me, “Alright, Miss Winters. Everything looks like it’s in order. You’re the official owner of Apple Green Farm.”

He shoves his hand across the table for a shake. My hand is shaking when I return the gesture. I barely keep myself together long enough to get out into the parking lot, where I throw myself at Nathan, letting out a sound that can only be described as an overjoyed squeal.

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