Forty-Three
W hat are you doing here?”
He supposed her question was better than throwing the cookies at him and running back to her car. “This is my house.”
“It is? Since when?”
“Technically, next Monday, but the old owners didn’t care that I wanted to move in early.
“Why?”
“For you.”
“Me?”
“You.” He took the box of cookies in one hand and her hand in the other. “Come on. We need to talk and it’s easier inside.”
Scott led her through the hallway to the kitchen. He sat her down at the table and explained everything he discovered about his dad. Even the source of his scholarship. By the time he finished the tale, Lauren was staring at the stove top.
“Is that stove a Wolf?”
“What?” Scot had prepared for yelling, not questions about the manufacturer of the kitchen appliances. “I don’t know. Viking I think. Why?”
She turned and smiled. “Because we won’t have to replace it when we move in.”
“Wait. You’re not surprised or angry?”
“I already knew, so no surprise, and I sort of got over my instant anger fairly quickly.”
“How?”
“Olivia.”
Scott grumbled. “I told her I wanted to tell you.”
“She told me last night. After I got over the surprise, it all sort of made sense. Like how could we miss all the signs?”
Wait. We. She used the word we. Not you. We .
“You said we.”
“I did.” She smiled. A secret smile hiding her thoughts, but it couldn’t hide her wants from him. It never could. “You can grovel later. After we christen the bedroom.”