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Chapters (44)
  1. Part I: Marking Time
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Part II: Forward March
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Part III: Column
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Part IV: About Face
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Part V: Parade Rest
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Epilogue

“Bride? Have you lost your mind?” she asked as he set her down and untied the blindfold. When her eyes had adjusted to the light, she saw high ceilings, shining wood floors, and glass—lots and lots of glass through which there was a dazzling view of the ocean. “What is this place? Where are we?”

He put his arms around her and kissed her. “We’re home. Merry Christmas.”

“Home?” She looked around again. “I don’t understand…”

He took her hand to lead her into the kitchen.

Through French doors, she saw a stone patio around an elaborately tiled in-ground pool. “Did you buy this house, Jack?”

“Not exactly. I built this house.”

She whirled around to look again, realizing parts of what she saw were familiar. “Oh, God, you built it. You built my house, didn’t you?” she asked in a whisper, her eyes flooding with tears. “The house you drew for me after our wedding?”

He nodded.

She wiped tears from her face. “But how? When? When did you do this?”

“Many late nights with ‘clients,’ and many, many lies,” he said with the devilish grin that still melted her bones after thirteen and a half years together.

“The top, with the circle and the glass, did you do that, too?” she asked, filled with excitement as the details of the plans he’d drawn for “someday” came rushing back to her.

“Of course I did. Want to see?”

She nodded and put her arms around him. Whatever had she done to deserve this man—this amazing, thoughtful, generous man? “I want to see, but first I just want you.” She hugged him close to her. “I can’t believe you did this.”

He pulled back to look down at her. “Did you think I’d forgotten?”

“You’ve been so busy with the firm. I haven’t thought about this in years.”

“I’ve never stopped thinking about it, and when this property came on the market, I snapped it up.”

“It’s so beautiful, but it must’ve cost a fortune. Can we afford this?” She tipped her eyes up to his. The firm he and Jamie had founded almost six years ago had been wildly successful, but she didn’t think they had this kind of money.

“We can afford it. I did a lot of it myself to keep the cost down, but I don’t want to talk about that. Can I show you the rest?”

“Yes.” She reached up to caress his face. “In case I forget to say this later, thank you, Jack. This is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.” She drew him down and kissed him with a thoroughness that left them both breathless.