Chapter 8
Galen parked before a mansion that was bigger than any other house she’d ever been at, and Natalie felt a different, more ordinary tremble in her veins. She bit her lower lip unsure exactly how she’d ever fit into his world. The driveway itself had been paved using terra cotta circles with Spanish tiles in the center of each. The earth-colored house had Spanish arches at the front entrance and spanned for what seemed like a mile in each direction, with the occasional all-white balcony from the second floor that could be glimpsed from afar while palm trees and hibiscus bushes lined the green lawn.
She let herself out of the black SUV and studied Galen—he lived grander as a single man than anyone else she’d ever met, but then her middle class upbringing meant she didn’t mingle m
