Chapter 107

“Home sweet home.” Jake walks past me through the open doorway, carrying the cases into our new multi-bedroom two-story Hamptons mansion, excitement bubbling over me.

There are sheets and tools everywhere. Amid the chaos and noise of power tools, sawing, and banging, workmen wander around doing seemingly important jobs.

“I thought they were decorating? Sounds like construction.” I point out, with a raised eyebrow, looking at Jake suspiciously.

“I kinda okayed some minor changes in various places,” Jake smirks at me, and my eyebrow raises higher. He doesn’t even try to fake guilt over his admission.

“What happened to the agreement that I would choose the décor? And oversee any refurb!” I narrow my eyes as he ducks under a low-hanging cable to avoid my scrutiny, and I catch a tell-tale mischievous grin pasted on his face. He is shameless.

“Baby…

Bambina,

I was never going to be easy to live with. I don’t get why you’re so surprised.” He walk