Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Now that is a plan I can listen to.
Confessionals
Reid
The electrical is done, so we’re hoping for smooth sailing from here on. The ballroom is going to be shared space for all three residences. An inner courtyard, so to speak. Harper and I have been working on how we’ll deal with access, but we think the garden should be a shared space as well, and the ballroom would be the back door for all three residences. She’s got some great ideas. I’m sorry. What did you ask? Oh. The team. I think we’re all working very well together. Certainly Jeremiah and I work well, but Harper turned out to be a great fit with us once we found our groove. There’s something special about Banover Place. It’s got both a historical feel, and it oddly seems like home. I can’t put my finger on it. I’ve never lived in a place like this. I’ve spent my entire life in a high-rise. I’ve designed hundreds of interiors, and not once did I get attached. I’m definitely getting attached to Banover.
Jeremiah
He said that? He said he was attached? He said that to the camera? Does Harper know?
Harper
Well, I’m attached to Banover Place, too. I don’t think it’s weird for him to say that. I think it’s rather lovely. It’s kind of a magical place. Now that I’m over the shock of splitting it into three residences, I’ve grown to kind of love the idea that a family gets to live here. They get the best of both worlds. I like my apartment, but I have to say I’ve started thinking about how small it is. I think it would be hard to have a family in. Not that I’m, like, planning a family or anything. It’s just…you know… Banover Place makes you think.
Reid
She said she’s thinking about a family? Seriously? Why am I smiling? I don’t know. I guess the weeks I’ve spent on this place have maybe made me start thinking about a family, too.
Jeremiah
I think I liked it better when they were yelling at each other. Has anyone mentioned where we’re putting the sippy cups? That seems to set them both off. Also, could someone explain to me what a sippy cup is?
Chapter Seventeen
“Good morning, sunshine.” Reid walks out of my bedroom looking ridiculously delicious in a pair of PJ pants and a T.
It’s the third straight night he’s spent with me, and we’re weirdly functional as a couple. Not that we are. We’re playing around. That’s what I keep telling myself.
Except we’re only days in and it doesn’t feel like play. It feels like comfort.
Don’t get me wrong. We have been screwing each other’s brains out, and I expected that. What I didn’t expect was sitting around and watching old movies with him while he works on his never-ending scarf. I knew he would be sexy. I didn’t think he would be so adorable sitting on my couch with knitting needles in his hands.
I’m fascinated with his hands. With the scars he took in the accident. With how he’s working so hard to regain his mobility.
I look up from the plans I’m working on. Redesigning a home to be three separate homes is a lot. The architect might be the one doing all the technical plans, but I have to figure out if it can actually be done. “Morning. There’s some coffee, and I made some toast and eggs.”
“You are a busy bee this morning.” He kisses the top of my head.
I glance up at him. “Have you even been home in the last couple of days? I saw your brother brought you fresh suits. We can stay there if you need to. I would suspect Aggie is lonely.”
He chuckles. “Aggie will pour all of her attention on Jeremiah. He loves it when I’m gone. He plays the lonely boy, and she makes him all his favorite treats. If I stay away for a couple of weeks, he’ll get pudgy. But I like it here.”
I snort at the thought. “It is as far from a beautifully designed space as you can get. None of my furniture matches, and the most expensive piece is from IKEA.”
“Hey, that desk you’re sitting at is a Nakashima,” he points out. “I think it’s real. If it’s a knock-off, it’s spectacular. That is some mid-century modern elegance.”
“It was my grandmother’s. When she passed they let the grandkids take a few mementos. My cousins naturally took anything they thought was valuable. But the desk was old and used, and it’s not like my cousins spend a lot of time working at a desk. I always loved it. I guess I didn’t think about the designer until one of my friends mentioned it. I like the wood. It’s plain but not plain, if you know what I mean.”