Julia
“It’s… Well, uh–”
“Can you imagine it, Julia? The garage will go there, and over here–” He waves his hand to the far side of what looks like it used to be a driveway of some kind, but grass has started spreading through every crack in the concrete. “I’m thinking three, four stories. With a pool, of course.”
I cross my arms under my breasts, my heels clacking on the concrete. “I’m not seeing it, Jake.”
Jake, my husband, rolls his brown eyes as he turns his back to me and spreads his arms wide. “This is twenty f*****g acres, babe. We can’t get this in New Orleans.”
“I wanted ocean views.”
“Then I’ll cut down some trees, baby. Hell, the Gulf is right out there.” He whirls back to me, giving me that charming, cocky smile that made me fall in love with him three years ago. “I promis
