They pulled into her driveway and Sarah spotted Luke’s Mercedes. “When did you drop your car off?”

“While you were doing your CEO thing. Abby gave me the spare key to the house so I could do something for you.” He glanced out the window at the house. “This house . . . it’s amazing.”

She loved the five-bedroom, country French cottage vibe of the place with all its tall peaks and dormers. Part of the house was done in a pale gray stone, the rest in white stucco. The massive windows were trimmed in black. And the gardens out front were simple, with miniature evergreen trees, white roses, and lavender lilacs, though they weren’t in bloom now.

“I want to keep it.”

“I’m thinking about redoing the ranch façade to look like this. I love it.”

She loved that he didn’t blink an eye or care if she sold the house or kept it. “The ranch house is already white with dark blue trim. If we added some pretty stone around the perimeter base it would look really great.”

Luke brushed his hand over her shoulder and up her neck. “Yes, it would. I’m glad you see it, too.”

Yes, she finally saw their future taking shape in her mind. She’d been afraid to free it to bloom into reality because it might fall apart and never be. But she didn’t need to fear that anymore. Luke didn’t want to take anything from her, he wanted to build on what they had.

Luke swept his fingers over her skin again, making her warm and the connection between them flare. “I’ve got several ideas for a tree house and playground for the ranch. Once I see what we’ve got here, we can make a final decision on something for there.”

We. Luke was always about them.

“The kids would love to pick something.”

“We’ll show them the choices I bookmarked on my tablet. The kids are all going to have a blast together.”

The chauffeur opened the door. Luke climbed out, then offered his hand to her and helped her out. He wrapped his arm around her. “You okay?”

“A little tired. Happy to be home.”

Luke unlocked the front door and pushed it open. She stopped short in the entry and stared at the huge bouquet of red roses in a vase on the console table.

“Luke.” She knew he’d done this for her.

He kissed her on the side of the head. “I just wanted you to have something nice to come home to. Something to say, ‘Congratulations on all your success.’”

She promptly buried her face in the flowers, inhaling their heady scent, and smiled. “They’re beautiful. And you’re . . . I love you. I love this.”

“I’m glad.” He stared into her office on their right, then the formal living room on the left, and finally straight ahead into the massive family room with windows overlooking the backyard. “This place is so you. Warm. Inviting. Elegance and comfort. And very similar to the ranch.”