why.”
She lifted a hand and gestured to her surroundings. “This is pretty nice, too. The light colors give the room an open, airy, feel.” She lifted the spoon and blew on the steaming liquid.
“You should have seen it when I bought the place. Dark wood everywhere. I sanded everything and painted it all white.”
“You did the renovations yourself?” She slid the spoon in her mouth, swallowed, closed her eyes for a moment and sighed as she savored the delicious broth.
He nodded. “Throughout the whole place.”
“I’m impressed. Where did you find the time?”
“I did a lot of it before we got married. While you were away finishing up your bachelor’s degree.”
And still he’d made the effort to drive the four hours to her school to see her most weekends during those two months. “I’d love to see what you’ve done.”
“Good. I’d like to show you, get your opinion on the colors I chose. You’re really good at that. You did a great job with the condo.”
He liked what she’d done? And here she’d worried about wrecking what his interior designer had created. She couldn’t help smiling up at him. “Where do we start?”
“This way.”
She followed him into a considerable space she assumed was the great room. Pale blue paint, creamy off-white trim, crown molding, and light hardwood floors made for a calm, relaxing atmosphere. Floor-to ceiling windows and glass sliding doors along the front wall provided access to a wooden deck and the magnificent waterfront view.
He’d divided the room into two areas. Something she wouldn’t have thought of, but loved now that she’d seen it.
At one end, a grand, limestone fireplace flanked the far wall and two contemporary armchairs in blue and tan striped fabric sat opposite. A patterned rug in shades of blue filled the space in front of the seats.
A massive flat screen television hung on the wall at the opposite end of the room. In this area, a plush sectional, similar to the one she’d purchased for the condo after they first married, provided comfy seating. “I like how you’ve created the two distinct spaces.”
“This was actually two rooms when I started. I took out the wall between what was the living room and dining room and turned the space into one big area.”
“So the kitchen is the only place to eat?”
He shook his head. “I converted one of the bedrooms on the other side of the kitchen into the dining room. I figured we didn’t need it right now.”
We? “What a great idea.”
Reed grinned, and her heart gave another little kick. She let out a resigned sigh.
He slung an arm around her shoulder. “Come on. I’ll show you the rest of the place.”
Twenty minutes and four rooms later they arrived back in the kitchen, the tour complete.
“I have to say, you’ve done a fabulous job here, Reed. Every room was perfect. I loved them all.”
He gave her one of his rare lopsided grins. It started out slow, just a quick upward twitch of his lips and then spread into a wide smile that reached all the way to those gorgeous dancing eyes. Her insides melted.
“I’m really glad you like the place.”
Had that been his intent all along? Create a home she couldn’t help but love? He’d said this was an investment property. If that were the case, why would her opinion matter? Why had her impressions been important to him? And they had, judging by his reactions to what she’d said when they went through each room.
If so, what did it all mean? He’d agreed to the divorce.
It had been your idea.
Yes, but only because she thought he didn’t love her. Had she been wrong?
“Now that you’ve seen the inside of the house, do you want to take a look around outside?”
Ashley blinked. Reed stood in front of the refrigerator at the far end of the room. She walked over to join him. “Sure.”
He opened the door, extracted two cold bottles of water, and handed her one. “Thanks.”
He led her back down the hall to the rear
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