Page 173 of Dream Girl
“That’s not a cabin.” I poked Evan with my elbow.
“I know. I freaked out when they got it for me. It wasn’t that I had an issue with a romantic cabin in the woods. That seemed perfectly reasonable. But this—this is a forest mansion,” Evan told me.
“It doesn’t have enough bedrooms to be a mansion, well, according to Bren,” Wes said.
“They got you ahouse?” What a gift. But then their pack had money.
“It’s a custom. As part of the pack agreement, the pack gives the omega assets of their own, in their own name, to prevent financial abuse. A house is pretty common. I just wasn’t expecting a house likethat,” he explained.
“Oh, that makes so much sense.” I admired the beautiful house. My eyes rested on the corner of the roof. “Is that a turret?”
Evan’s lemonade scent got stronger. “Oh, Peaches, I can’t wait to show you my turret.”
The garage was bigger than the one at the house. It was also full of things like snowmobiles, ski equipment, and fishing gear.
We grabbed our stuff and entered some sort of utility room, where Evan entered a code, then brought me into a big airy kitchen. Snacks covered the counter–and not a bowl of chips and a tray of carrots—there was a fancy display of meats, cheese, fruits, and nuts. A bottle of champagne sat in a silver bucket next to a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries, and an enormous bouquet with aHappy Birthdaysign in it.
My hand went to my heart. “You did this for me?”
“Happy Birthday, Peaches.” Evan kissed me. “Let’s put our stuff down, then we can have a snack and go play in the snow.”
Ooh, I wanted a snowball fight with my guys.
The dining room looked out onto the lake–as did the airy living room. A deck wrapped around the entire floor, complete with a raised gazebo, and a weird-looking fancy grill.
“This living room.” I turned around. It opened onto the second floor. There was even a tucked-away reading nook with a cozy round chair, a shelf of books, and a beautiful view.
“I know. But this is my favorite.” He pulled me over to one wall and threw open a curtain, where there was a cozy alcove with a big couch. “There’s a TV built into the wall. Riley’s room is on this floor. There’s an office, too. Downstairs is laundry, storage, a game room, the gym, and a little screened-in patio and backyard.”
“This is insane.” I twirled around the massive, beautiful house.
“I know,” Wes told me. “The gazebo isheatedfor year-round outdoor dining.”
We went up the stairs and I was greeted with doors and a view of the living room below.
Evan walked me to a far corner and opened a door. “While you’re always welcome in my room, I thought you’d like this one.”
A low bed was builtintothe bay window wall, piled with fluffy blankets and pillows and hung with lights and sheer curtains. It would be snug with the three of us. The window held a breathtaking view of the lake. The roof was sloped, and the small room felt cozy.
“Oh, Evan.” I wanted to dive into that bed full of blankets and pillows, which for some reason seemed inviting, not messy. The room was also uncluttered–there was literally nothing else in the room.
He wrapped his arms around me. “The closet and drawers are built into the wall. It’s not a lot of space, but like I said, you’re welcome in my bed anytime. I thought you’d like your own little place. There are even secret bookshelves–look.”
Evan brought me over to the bed and showed me how the bookshelvespulled out of the wallby the window.
“I…” I fell back into the soft bed. “Oh, my god.”
He grinned. “I knew you’d love it. Look, the wall lights look like candles.”
I tugged on his hand, and he fell onto the bed with me.
“Do you mean that?” He gave me a heated look as the room filled with the special smell that meant he was extra-aroused.
I hit him with a pillow.
Wes growled from the doorway. “If you two don’t get out of there, I’m coming in, and I’m pretty sure we’ll spoil Evan’s afternoon plans.”
“Fine.” I rolled out of the bed. “My stuff goes here?”
