I face the floor-to-ceiling bedroom window. It’s like I’m looking at a picture or something. I still can’t believe what I’m seeing—the Chrysler Building, the Empire State Building, the East River. The entire city is laid out in front of me like I’m in an art gallery. I can’t even drag my eyes away to watch my fiancé as he comes into the bedroom—and that’s saying something, because there’s not much that can keep me from ogling him.

“It’s like you have an enormous picture of New York in your apartment.”

“Our apartment,” he corrects me. He stands beside me and circles his arms around my waist. “You look beautiful.”

“It’s your apartment,” I say. “I just arrived twelve hours ago.”

“You’re right,” he says. “We’ll move.”

I laugh. Byron’s so keen on giving me anything and everything I want, it’s comical. If I didn’t love him so much, I might be tempted to take advantage and have him cartwheel down Broadway naked. It’s funny, but it’s also like being wrapped in cotton balls and cashmere. I’ve never felt so safe. I just hope I make him feel the same way. That’s what I’m aiming for—to show him the love he shows me. We both know we feel it, but I’ve learned from a lifetime without it that love is a doing word. I don’t want a day to go by when Byron isn’t sure that I love him.

“We don’t have to move,” I say.

“I want you to feel like this is our home.”

I pause. I don’t want to upset him. It’s not that I don’t think I’ll be happy when we’re in New York. But it’s so vast, so busy. I’m not sure I’ll ever feel entirely at home here. “Star Falls feels like our home.”

He buries his head into my neck and kisses me, tightening his grip on my waist. I know how this one ends. I put my hand on his, about to encourage him to release me, when the buzzer to the apartment sounds.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“I should be asking you that question, but nothing’s going to prepare you for this.”

I’m excited about seeing all Byron’s friends in New York. I’ve met most of them already, but it will be interesting seeing them outside of Colorado.

As we head out of the bedroom, Worth and Sophia are coming toward us.

“Brunch!” Sophia yells as she opens her arms and sweeps me into a big hug. “So good to see you. I’m so excited you’re here.”

I can’t help but grin at her infectious enthusiasm. “I’m excited too.”