Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I’m guessing they had lamps all over the place. Which is also what I’m going to have, but I’d love some extra lighting when I have girls’ night.” She does a circle in the room, and I can imagine she’s picturing what those nights would look like. She then moves to the corner of the room and points to the side. “When you walk this way, there are these French doors.” She shows me the doors that look like they are going to fall off the hinges if they’re moved. One even looks like it’s scratched the wood floor from being opened and closed so many times. I bend to touch and see how deep it goes, happy it is pretty much just the surface. “I would like to keep them.” I stand back up and move into the room. Looking to the right, I see it has a bay window. The sunlight streaming into the house is almost ethereal.
“What do you want to do with this room?” I ask. She walks over to the window and looks outside before turning to face me.
“I want this to be my office. I would like to have built-in storage.” She motions to the wall under the windows. “There, I can have benches.” I write the note, thinking how kick-ass it would be. “When I have kids, this could be their playroom.”
My eyes quickly go to her hands to see if she’s wearing a ring. My heart feels like it’s stopped in my chest until I see her hands. I literally sigh in relief when I see her hands free of any jewelry. “Are you married?” The words come out before I can even stop them.
Her head tilts to the side as she takes in the question that even I know is inappropriate. It doesn’t fucking matter if she’s married or not, but I have to hear the words. “Not at the moment.”
I nod. “Boyfriend?” I inwardly cringe at the question.
“Not at the moment.” She tries to hide the smirk, but it comes out in full force. “So, for now, it would only be an office. Then, in the future, when I get a boyfriend, then get married and have kids, this would be a nice playroom.”
“It would,” I agree with her.
“Are you married?” I look back at her and shake my head. “Girlfriend?”
I smirk. “Not at the moment.” She stares at me and tries not to laugh, but she can’t stop herself as she turns and walks out of the other set of French doors on the opposite side of the room.
“Good to know.” She moves to the side. “Now this,” she starts as I watch her ass. When she looks over her shoulder, she catches me, but I quickly look away, and I can see her smirking. “This is where I want to keep the moldings and everything in almost the exact way it was built.” She points at the ceiling. “But I want to bring in some modern.”
“How so?” I ask her as she points at the far wall. “I love the fireplace”—her hand comes out to touch the red brick of the mantel—“but like maybe paint it.”
“We can try.” I nod. “What we can do is maybe put other stones here.” I walk over to the fireplace. “Depending on what color you’re going with, we can use bigger stones. Very old but stylish at the same time.”
“That sounds so good,” she agrees. “Much better than my idea.”
She moves over to the side where there is a bathroom with no window. The only light is from the room outside. From what I can see, the whole thing has to be gutted, and the plumbing has to be redone. When we get to the kitchen, I see that the cabinets are from the middle of the room to the ceiling and have crown molding all along them. “What do you want to do here?”
“Gut it,” she states, and my eyes go big. “I know it’s extreme, but I want to open it up.” She points at the two walls that divide the dining room and the kitchen. “I want to knock down these two walls.” She walks over to the walls that separate the kitchen and the dining room. “Have one big space but with a huge island in the middle, with under-the-counter stools on one side, a sink on the other, and I definitely want electricity in the island.”
I walk to the wall and knock on it, hearing the hollowness. “If there isn’t a load-bearing wall, it’ll be an easy fix. If there is, you would have to put a post and a beam.”
“We have to do that since I already have a vision for this room.” She leans her hip against the counter. “If you do end up doing the work—”