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“Good for them.”

“It turns out the movewasgood for them.” Though, she dearly missed them. Especially around the holidays. To see her parents, she either needed to fly south or they needed to travel north. It would’ve been the same for Dylan, since he had moved south, as well, after college. “Didn’t you come back for visits?”

“I stayed out of town when I did.”

Him not leaving the farm during his visits home would also explain why she hadn’t seen him in the last seventeen years. Otherwise, it would’ve been difficult to not run into each other.

“To avoid me?” she asked.

Him evading her question was her answer. Even so, they were supposed to be moving forward, so maybe it was for the best he didn’t answer.

The spacious living room included a big, comfortable-looking couch, an overstuffed recliner, an enormous TV hangingon the wall with a gas fireplace under it and a “live edge” wood coffee table. “That table is gorgeous. Did Callum make it?”

Callum was a woodworker and artist that lived right outside of town and made stunning custom furniture and decor from local trees. His stuff was pricy but worth every cent since each piece took him weeks, some even months, to handcraft. Anything he made would last forever and could be handed down through generations.

“He did. He also made my bedroom furniture. I bought some of his pieces for the lodge, too.”

“That had to set you back.”

Dylan nodded. “It did, but the man is a true artist and craftsman. He was happy I bought almost everything he had stored in his barn, and I was happy to support another local business. With the amount I purchased, he won’t have any problem paying his bills for a while.”

After that, Dylan might. But Erin was sure Callum was ecstatic to have spare cash in his pocket. “That’s great. Can I see it?”

“Sure. I was planning on giving you the whole tour, anyway. This way…” He headed toward a closed door off the living room.

She thought it would be his bedroom. Instead, they entered a huge bathroom.

She blinked as she took it all in.

It was a bathroom she could only dream about. The huge glass shower stall had multiple shower heads. She wondered why he had two metal handrails attached to the walls since she was damn sure Dylan didn’t need help keeping his balance while showering. It also was equipped with a built-in bench he could use if, for some reason, he had a difficult time standing while sudsing up.

Dylan was fit and healthy. He wasn’t an eighty-year-old needing assistance in the shower. That meant those extra features had other purposes.

“Do you plan on having a party in there?”

“You never know.”

She glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at her with his expression locked down.

It hit her then…

Dylan was the architect that designed the whole ranch.Hedesigned the playrooms on the second floor of the event hall.Hedesigned this space.

“Dylan…” she started.

“Whatever you’re about to ask, I’d prefer you didn’t.”

She would respect that. “I guess I’ll make my own conclusions.”

“You would, whether I answered or not. It’s human nature.”

“It’s also human nature to be curious.”

In front of the only window in the room was a simply designed but beautiful free-standing tub large enough for two adults. As she inspected it, she trailed her fingers along the curved porcelain edge. When she noticed the jets, she realized it was more than a typical soaking tub. “I would kill for this tub. The shower. Actually, the whole bathroom.”

“No reason for murder. I could design one for you. You only need to ask.”

Again, zero humor in his tone. “While that’s very generous of you, I couldn’t afford to build it, even if you designed one for me for free.”

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