Page 84 of Owned By The Cowboy
“Just set it on the counter for now, baby,” I tell him, trying to figure out how the hell we accumulated so much stuff in such a small cottage.
It’s moving day, and Blayne’s entire crew showed up at eight this morning with trucks and muscles. The whole thing’s been chaos from minute one.
“Reggie, where do these go?” Tommy calls out, holding a box marked ‘bathroom stuff.’
“Um, I guess the master bathroom?” I cock an eyebrow his way. Men…
“Which one’s the master?” He asks.
“The big one at the end of the hall.”
“They’re all big,” Carlos points out. “This place is huge.”
He’s not wrong. After living in the cottage for months, Blayne’s house feels massive. Like we could get lost in here.
“Mama, can I pick which room I want?” Annalise asks, bouncing around my legs.
“We talked about this, baby. Blayne already showed you which rooms are yours.”
“But I want to see them again!”
“After we get everything moved in.”
“But…”
“Princess,” Blayne’s voice cuts through the chaos as he walks in carrying two boxes like they weigh nothing. “Why don’t you go organize your new toys in your room? Make sure everything’s how you want it.”
“Really?” she shrieks.
“Really. Top of the stairs, second door on the right.”
She takes off running, and I can hear her feet pounding up the stairs.
“You got her new toys?” I ask him with a hand on my hip. He winks, pressing a quick kiss to my lips as he passes me. “Blayne Madison, stop spoiling these kids. They’re gonna turn your house upside down.”
“Our house,” he throws over his shoulder, correcting me.
Our house. The words make my heart swell.
“Boss,” Martinez appears in the doorway, “where do you want the sewing machine?”
“Sewing machine goes in the studio,” Blayne says.
“The what now?”
“Studio. Down the hall, last door on the left.”
I stop what I’m doing and stare at him. “What studio?”
“The one I built you.”
“You built me a studio?” Yes, my voice sounds watery when I ask him that.
“Well, yeah. You need somewhere to work.” His smile is so sure, so steady.
“Blayne, I told you I could just use a corner of the living room or something.”
“And I told you that was bullshit. Come on, let me show you, love.”
