The drive has been absolutely gorgeous. I don’t know how I’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest all my life and never knew how beautiful the Seattle area is.

I guess my family focused on fancy vacations rather than taking trips in our own back yard.

“We’re about there,” Keegan says as he turns onto a narrow, dirt road that’s in surprisingly good condition. When he rounds a bend and stops in front of a big, beautiful log cabin with windows to die for, I feel my jaw drop.

“Whoa.” I swallow and look around at the mountains, the trees. “You own this?”

“The family does,” he corrects, looking up at it with me. “Kane fronted most of the money, but the rest of us pitched in and came out to spend a few weeks offering up elbow grease to update things. It wasn’t in bad shape to begin with, but it was outdated. So I had the kitchen completely redone.”

“Of course.” I grin over at him.

“Shawn and Maeve handled remodeling the bedrooms and putting in a gym downstairs, Maggie was in charge of the hot tub out back. Come on. I’ll take you on a tour.”

“I can’t wait.” I don’t even wait for Keegan to come open my door. I jump out and hurry up the front steps to watch as Keegan keys in a code.

“Welcome to the O’Callaghan cabin,” he says as he sweeps the door open and gestures for me to step inside.

“This is seriously amazing.” I walk through the foyer to the living room and stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows with an incredible view of the mountains beyond. “Your family has access to the ocean and the mountains. That’s pretty cool.”

“I can’t argue with that.” He takes my hand and leads me into the open kitchen, all done in white with the biggest island I’ve ever seen—and I’ve been inside some incredible homes. This island would make Joanna Gaines weep with joy.

“You designed the kitchen?”

“I helped,” he says. “I wanted it to be big enough for our whole growing family to be in here together comfortably. We tend to gather in the kitchen.”

“A lot of families do.”

“It’s particularly fun when Ma is in here cooking up a storm, and we all sit at the island and pester her. She smiles the whole time. She doesn’t really mind.”

“Of course, she doesn’t. I really like your parents.”

He grins and then takes my hand, showing me the butler’s pantry, which just happens to be stocked full of my favorite snacks.

“How did this happen?” I gape up at him in shock.