I’m speechless as we pull up to Nate’s Malibu home and the gate opens to reveal the most spectacular house I’ve ever seen overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I can see him glance over at me out of the corner of my eye, but I can’t even look back at him. Not yet. I’m doing my best to process everything that’s happening, and all I can do right now is keep my eyes forward and focus on what’s in front of me.
“And I bet you thought Emerson’s apartment was nice,” he remarks as he pulls down the driveway to the enormous front door made from some exotic, dark wood.
“I…yeah,” I mutter, in absolute awe. The house is modern and white, but not cold and foreboding like many I’ve seen when doing wish-I-lived-here tours of Beverly Hills and Malibu. It’s tasteful and welcoming and gives off a rich, beachy vi
