Giving her car one last look, she steps in. She then stops for a while as her eyes move around the space.It’s probably been years since she last stepped foot in this house. The last time I think she did was after she was shot during dad’s burial.Her eyes are haunted. I can see the shadows playing
Harper.It’s been close to two weeks since Gabriel made me promises that shattered every reservation, I had about giving him a second chance.I swear, I never thought I could be this happy.My life with Liam was good, but with Gabriel, it’s better. Maybe because Gabriel is the man I loved. The man m
Harper.“I want you and Lilly to accompany me somewhere,” Gabriel announces.I was in our bedroom, folding clean clothes. Sure, we do have a housekeeper, but I am not used to sitting and twiddling my thumbs. It feels weird that I was used to doing everything by myself, and now there is someone else
Shaking myself, I push those thoughts back. “I don’t know. He says it’s a surprise.”“I love surprises!” she screams.“That makes one of us,” I mumble. “Let’s just go.”Lilly carefully puts her book down before jumping down from her bed. She takes my hand and pulls me from her room. We find Gabriel
I stare at him, dumbfounded. I try to speak but nothing comes out of my mouth as my eyes keep shifting from Gabriel to the house.“This house is beautiful,” Lilly screams, her excitement evident as she bounces from foot to foot, almost as if she is dying to leave us and go explore it. “Is this where
I spin around, just taking things in before finally facing Gabriel, who has an expectant look on his face.“This is huge, Gabriel.” I could tell there were more rooms, but I would explore them later. “How many bedrooms does it have?”He crosses the short distance to me. “Eight bedrooms and two guest
“Why did I let you two talk me into staying?” I ask in frustration while glaring at Gabriel and Lilly. “Now we are late.”The two didn’t look apologetic at all. Lilly was smiling, her eyes shining in happiness, while Gabriel was grinning. They both look satisfied with themselves.I sigh in defeat, w
“Is the food ready?” I ask our housekeeper once I step into the kitchen.She answers with a kind smile “Not yet, but it will be in a few.”“Okay, let me set the table then.”She goes to argue, but I shut that argument down quickly. I wanted to help. Since she is cooking, this is the least I could do