Page 87 of You, Me, and Forever

“Such an impatient little Honey Badger.” I smirked. “Come on, let’s go.”

Whitney and Walker both said they’d meet us back here in three days, and we said our goodbyes. My car was waiting for me at the airport, since I didn’t use a driver when I came here.

I kept a car here to make it easier.

It was usually just me.

But I was looking forward to sharing this place with her.

We climbed in the car, and I turned toward her. “We’re in Banff, Canada.”

“Banff. I’ve always wanted to go to Banff. I’ve heard it’s beautiful.”

I drove the short distance to my house, and she stared out the window at the surrounding mountains.

“It’s so pretty here.”

“Yeah. They’ve got a charming downtown area that’s similar to Blushing, but it’s a pretty peaceful place.” I pulled into the long circular driveway, and she gaped at the house.

I’d fallen in love with the architecture. Rich woods and stone covered the exterior, with large black-paned windows from floor to ceiling; two peaks on each side of the home were covered in stone.

“Wow. Myles. Did you design this place?”

“No. But if I were to design a home, this would be it. I knew the minute it hit the market that I wanted it.” I put the car in park and moved around to help her out. I grabbed our bags, and we made our way up the two steps to the tall front door. Once we stepped inside, she came to an abrupt stop, turning slowly and taking it in. The back wall of the home was floor-to-ceiling glass doors that were opened to the mountains.

“This is spectacular.”

“Yeah. It’s the perfect indoor-outdoor living. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

She chuckled. “How are the doors already opened and the fire is going in the fireplace?”

“Sistine is a woman who takes care of the property for me. She stocks the house before I arrive and comes and makes sure the heat is on and gets the fire going and leaves groceries in the refrigerator.”

Her eyes were wide. “That sure makes it easy when you get here.”

We spent the next few minutes going from room to room as she admired every single feature from the claw-foot tub to the stone fireplace in the primary bedroom and bathroom.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, taking her hand and leading her toward the kitchen.

“Starving.”

“Good. Let’s see what she brought us.”

The kitchen cabinetry was black, with a huge copper hood over the oven. The island was a dark wood, and all the counters were white marble with gray veining.

I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a few to-go containers. Montana jumped up to sit on the counter, and I turned around to find her watching me.

“What?”

“Do you bring a lot of women here?” she asked as I pulled out two plates and set them on the counter.

“No. I’ve only come here alone. It’s a place I like to decompress.”

“Thank you for bringing me here, Myles. I’m excited to decompress with you,” she teased.

I moved to stand between her legs and wrapped my arms around her neck. “I plan to do lots of decompressing after we eat.”

“I can get on board with that.”

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