Page 125 of Crazy In Love
Nash walked over and sighed as he stopped filming on his phone.
“Did you get it?” Emerson chuckled.
“Yep. I sure did,” he said.
Emilia turned to look at me, eyes wide. “Well, that was something.”
“Yep. Welcome to the family, angel. There’s never a dull moment in the Chadwick home.”
And that was the fucking truth.
thirty-four
. . .
Emilia
The next fewweeks passed in a blur. We all celebrated New Year’s Eve at Booze and Brews, and I’d been working hard on the renovation at Bridger’s home. I’d convinced him to stay at my house these last few days, because I wanted to surprise him with the final reveal.
He’d been working out of his office in the city most days, so it hadn’t been a problem. Thankfully the flower shop was much slower after the holidays, but things were starting to pick up with Valentine’s Day around the corner.
Tonight, I would finally reveal Bridger’s home to him, and I couldn’t wait. I’d just sent the two guys I’d hired to do some last-minute hanging for me home, and now I was getting the curtain panels up on the rod that they’d hung.
I stepped off the ladder and took it all in.
I’d never been so proud of anything I’d accomplished in my life.
This had turned into a much larger project than I’d anticipated. I’d ended up doing something in every single room in the house. And the space had been completely transformed.I carried the ladder back to the garage before sending a text to Bridger, letting him know it was time.
My stomach was in knots.
I loved every single detail, and I hoped he’d feel the same way. Most of the spaces had been blocked off with tarps when he’d stayed here, so he hadn’t seen the new fireplace since its installation.
I glanced at the blazing fire in the great room, and it was breathtaking.
I fluffed a few pillows and refolded the throw blanket for the fifth time, blowing out a breath just as I heard the front door open.
“Can I come in?” he called out from the entryway.
I hurried over to greet him, then pushed up on my tiptoes and kissed him.
I am madly in love with this man.
We hadn’t said the words, but I knew he felt it, too.
I was also very aware that this was all new for him, and he still continually told me that I deserved more than he could give me.
But occasionally he’d mention the future, and I wanted to believe we would figure it out together.
“Are you ready, lover boy?”
He smiled, since he always loved when I used the nickname for him. It was the little things with Bridger that exposed those tiny cracks in his tough exterior.
“Yes. Let’s see what you’ve done with the place.”
I took his hand and led him through the entry, coming to a stop when I turned toward the great room. The large arched wall added so much character, and the grand wood beams gave the room an added element of charm and history. The beams ran the length of the family room and kitchen.
He turned his head slowly, taking in every detail. We walked toward the fire roaring at the other end of the room. Above the mantel I’d placed a gorgeous oversized antique brass mirror I’d found, and I’d layered two framed art pieces that he’d loved by an artist in San Francisco. The gorgeous French sconces matched the grand chandelier hanging in the center of the room.
