I miss my best friend. I owe her my life for getting me out of Seattle. I haven't heard from Charlie once, although Brant thinks that he's bound to show up sometime. After our first official dinner date night, Brantley surprises me by taking me on a drive. We pull up to a beautiful, white, two-story house right outside of town. It has big, black shutters, black trim and a beautiful, covered, wraparound porch. I'm instantly jealous of whoever lives here. Brant pulls his bike up to the porch and taps my leg to get off. “Who lives here?” I ask, staring at the breathtaking house. He smiles and pulls me into his strong arms. “We do.” “You're joking, right?” I stutter out. He kisses my cheeks and then my lips before saying, “Nope, it's really ours.” He takes me by the hand, leads me onto the porch and unlocks the front door.
