We pulled up to the beautiful gate house, another one of Liam’s properties tucked away at the edge of the sprawling estate. The moment he had showed it to me weeks ago, it had just felt right. It had this massive wrap-around porch that seemed to invite the sunshine, painted a soft, welcoming white that stood out against the deep greens of the surrounding forest. It was a far cry from the cold, clinical steel of the hospital we had just left behind.
When he showed it to me, he said, "We got lucky. The tenants I rented it to just moved out last week."
I was almost certain he had paid them a small fortune to move out early just so I could have this space, but I didn't call him out on it. I loved that this was how my mind worked now. If it had been Jason, I would have assumed he’d kicked the
