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“This is forever,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she agrees.
CHAPTER 32
Luna
We’re not living together,exactly, but as Miss Abigail noted, “He’s here a lot.”
Dom is at my house most of the time because his place is at Lev’s, and I really don’t want to have sex with my boyfriend while my brother is just a few feet away, albeit in a separate house.
“How long are you planning on staying at Lev’s?” I ask him as he drives us to dinner.
“Until you’re ready to marry me.”
I close my mouth because it stays open for a while after I hear his response.
“What?” I manage to choke out, though it takes an effort.
“Moonbeam, if I buy a place in Savannah, I want to do it with you. And I know you love your house and won’t want to move.”
I clear my throat to get rid of the panicked frog sittingthere, jumping up and down. “You want to move in with me?”
He glances at me as he changes lanes. “Mama will kill me if Iofficiallylive with you without us being married. She’s already not happy about me staying over as often as I do.”
I fold my arms. I don’t know what to say. It’s just been a few months since we becameofficial.
“Lev told me you bought a place on Tybee Island?” I ask to change the topic.
“As subtle as a chainsaw, Moonbeam,” he remarks, amused.
Dom told me that he bought a summer house on the island when he first came back to Savannah. He’s just finished renovating it. I’ve not been there yet. We just haven’t had the time to get away for a whole weekend, considering how busy it’s gotten with the Minton project.
“It’s not big, not meant for full time habitation.” He expertly merges onto the freeway. “It used to be a summer cottage. Originally built in the 1940s, raised on pilings, salt-stained cedar siding, sea glass door handles, wraparound porch with a swing that creaks when the wind shifts.”
I smile. It’s just the kind of home that would appeal to Domandto me. “Sounds charming.”
“I wasn’t going to buy anything, but then I saw it and,” he pauses and then releases a long breath, “I bought it because I thought you’d like it.”
“That was a year ago,” I whisper.
“Yeah.”
The way he talks, it’s obvious that he came to Savannah with one goal:me.
It makes my stomach do happy somersaults.
I put a hand on his shoulder. “I hope we can go there soon.”
“You’ll love it. The previous owners did a great job renovating it without compromising its character. They kept the original hardwood floors, painted the walls bright to keep the light bouncing. Big new windows, all open to the ocean breeze. It’s got that barefoot-living feel.”
“Let me guess,” I say, half-smiling. “You put in a chef’s kitchen and a wine fridge.”
Dom grins. “Guilty. I also added an outdoor shower. And a fire pit. The backyard’s got an old live oak with limbs so wide you can hang a dozen lanterns from them. Mama calls it the fairy tree.”
I can’t help but smile. “How close is it to the beach?”
“On it! It’s almost like a private cove. You can hear the waves, see the water, no matter which room you’re in.”
