The next few weeks passed in a blur. Lane took Remy on a tour of the house, and the moment he stepped over the threshold, he knew it was right for them. He wanted to rush out and start picking out furnishings, but Lane reminded him the sellers were still considering their offer. “Increase it,” Remy said, only half-joking.
He wanted the house—it was theirs, it had to be. He could already see himself stretching awake beside Lane in the bed they shared as sunlight reflected off their pool beyond the vertical blinds on the sliding doors that led to the patio. He saw them in the breakfast nook canoodling over pancakes, and in the study curled together in front of a crackling fire. He saw Braden racing down the stairs, an overeager German Shepherd pup right behind…”Let’s get a dog,” he told Lan
