Chapter 58

Taylor flexed his fingers and took a deep breath.

The past four days had been like living with a sullen teenager. He’d given her a little leeway, which had been decent of him under the circumstances, but from now on he would not put up with it.

Tomorrow, the deeds would be signed and she would be indebted to him.

Curiosity made him look at the papers sprawled over her desk.

A few moments later, he sat on the chair, still warm from her body heat, with a frown on his face.

Peering more closely through the stack before him, he saw she’d taken each room of the new building and committed to paper her ideas for the renovations. Each drawing was done to scale.

Dianne had said she’d made these plans.

Had she been lying in an attempt to impress him?

But no—the notes in the margins, the numbers indicating the measurements, these were all in her girlish writing.

He rubbed at his temples, his chest tightening as he imagined her sitting in that tiny study in the tiny home she’d been living in, wor