The first few minutes after the welcome were painfully awkward. I found myself walking between two grown men… both pouting like boys.
But the moment I stepped deeper into the house, I froze.
I gasped softly. The place was massive—white walls stretching high and wide, so bright it almost glowed. Green plants spilled from the walls and corners, softening the sleek space.
Marcus led us toward the dining table, set before a huge glass wall that opened onto a breathtaking view.
A vast field stretched out beyond, framed by distant mountains. The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky in gold and soft rose. The kind of view that could make you forget yourself, just for a moment.
But then... my gaze dropped to the table, and my stomach chose that moment to let out a loud rumble.
Yeah. Great timing.
