I grab my purse from the console table, go into the garage, hit open the door, and then climb into my black Range Rover. Thank God it has four-wheel drive. The driveway definitely needs improvement.

At the end of the drive, I stop and check traffic. I pause for a moment to look left. Devil’s Playground is only a short hop up there. Smiling, I go right toward the highway. I slowly maneuver down the narrow one-lane tree-lined road, the forest so thick here that the sun is completely blocked, and keep a careful eye on the moss-covered boulders.

I merge onto the two-lane highway to the city. How funny it is that I used to be afraid of the mountain pass, so afraid I used to make Neil drive it for me, and now I drive it every day.

Twenty minutes later I pull into the Santa Barbara airport and park at the loading curb. I start to unbuckle my seatbelt, and then wonder if it would be better to wait here. I don’t look as fat when I’m sitting. Grabbing my purse, I pull the key from the ignition and climb out of the car anyway.

I walk through the nearly empty Spanish-style building that acts as the terminal. I exit onto the patio and sink onto a bench close to the entrance from the runways.

I check my watch and my legs starts to jiggle anxiously. Any time now, Neil. I’m more than ready to see you. My gaze floats around the patio. There are a couple of other women here. I wonder if they’re waiting for their husbands, too. It’s a nice feeling, waiting on Neil. I smile.

People start entering from the runway, and I struggle to stand up. I anxiously search the small line of arriving passengers. My heart jumps against my chest. Green eyes, smiling, and looking for me.

Neil drops his bag, scooping me up in his arms, and gives me a passionate embrace. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers between kisses.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

He steps back as if seeing for the first time the dramatic change in me. The color in his eyes darkens.

“How’s my baby today?”

I sink my teeth into my lower lip to hold back my emotions. Then he leans forward, kissing my belly, and I give him a gentle push away from me.

He looks at me, a teasing glint in eyes. “What?”

“I thought you were asking how I was. I can see how it is. You’re completely obsessed with Kaley and have totally forgotten me.”

He slips his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear, “Nope, I just can’t greet you the way I want to here.”

I flush, and we start walking out of the airport. I can tell when someone in the terminal recognizes Neil by how they stare, and I ease close into him in that this guy is mine kind of way.

He tosses his bag in the back of the car as I climb into the driver’s seat. “You want to drive?” he asks, surprised.

I nod. “Yep. I am taking you to our house for the first time. I’m driving.”

He climbs into the passenger seat, buckles his safety belt, then I pull from the curb. We drive for a while in silence with him just staring at me.

“You look so beautiful, Chrissie. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Beautiful, huh? I’m enormous, or haven’t you noticed that?”

“You’re beautiful, Chrissie. Stop it. I wish I’d been here with you. Seeing the change all at once brings it home how much I’ve missed with you already.”

I focus on the road, fighting back my tears. “Well, you’re home now. You can make up for it.”

He leans in and kisses me lightly on the shoulder. “I plan to. I don’t care what you have on your calendar. We’re not leaving the bedroom for a week.”

I laugh and turn onto the mountain pass.

Neil frowns. “Where are we going?”

“Home, Neil.”

He stares at me, surprised. “You bought a house on the mountain? You picked a house on the mountain?”

I nod. “Don’t say it that way. I wanted the perfect home for us and I found it. Up here.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m slowly making my way down our driveway. Neil’s expression is priceless. He’s savoring being in the forest, but looking at me like I’m crazy.

I stop before the Spanish-style structure hugging the side of the mountain. There is not another house in sight, the acres around us are lush natural forestland, nothing but indigenous plant life here, but everywhere there’s blue sky and a magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean. It’s so quiet. The only sound is us and the comfortable quiet of the forest.

Neil stares. “You bought this?”

I keep my expression carefully neutral. I can’t tell if he’s happy, disappointed, or confused. I climb from the car and unlock the front door.

I kiss him. “Welcome home.”

I step into the entry foyer. I point.

“I don’t have a railing or banister yet,” I say, dumping my things on the table. “That first step is a big drop if you go the wrong way. I need to fix it soon. Jack fell down it yesterday.”

Neil laughs, then freezes and stares. He sinks on the red painted concrete floor of the landing, his legs dangling over the side. He’s just staring.

His eyes widen. “Jesus Christ, Chrissie. I can’t afford a house like this.”

“Too late. We already bought it. You told me you didn’t have to see it. That it was my choice. I bought this.”

“Chrissie,” he says in an exasperated growl. “Rich-girl you are. Rich-boy I am not. I can’t afford this house.”

“Oh, stop. We’re married. Whatever we have belongs to the both of us, and that includes this house. I love this house. We’re not moving from here.”

I grab his hands and pull him onto his feet and kiss him on the cheek. I point at the door on the far side of the living room.

“That goes downstairs,” I explain. “There are guest bedrooms. And Jack helped me convert some of the space into a recording studio. You have everything you need to work from here.”

His brows lift. “You did that for me?”

“I did that for us. Our entire life, everything we love, all is here. We don’t ever have to leave the mountain unless we want to.”

I pull him with me to the wall of glass and his eyes widen even more as he looks out.

“This house is us, Neil,” I say. “It’s you. It’s me. It’s where I want to raise Kaley.”

“Chrissie, what did it cost?”

I ignore the question.

I point to the left. “Over there is a trail to Devil’s Playground. And look, there is Judgement Rock, the edge of the earth, and we can see it from our living room. We can hike there every day once I’m able to go uphill again. And there, you can see the beach. And I can see Hope Ranch and the islands and downtown. From every room we can see the Pacific. Everything we love is right there out our back window for both of us to see every day. It’s us, Neil. Perfect. I walked into this house and I never wanted to leave.”

He turns me, taking me in his arms and his lips start moving on my flesh. “It definitely has everything. Does it have a bedroom?”

I laugh. Between kisses and touches I start pulling him through the kitchen toward the master suite.

“Neil, we have everything. It couldn’t be more perfect if we had it custom-made.”

~~The End~~

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