Page 131 of Structure of Love

“Where are you taking room from, though?”

“It’s actually not that bad.” I pulled up the blueprints on the tablet and showed him. “We can take a foot from either side, widen this foyer symmetrically, and all we lose is a foot of space from my home office and from the game room. Both of which are plenty big.”

Logan moved stakes on both sides, then walked the area again. He grunted. “Yeah, that feels better. All right, so moving past the foyer, to the right is the kitchen.”

We walked the main floor, making adjustments here and there. None of it was structural, so I wouldn’t have to makemassive changes to the plans. These were all minor and mostly cosmetic.

By time we finished, it was past lunchtime. I, for one, needed something foodwise. Plus a chance to sit down. Still, before we left, I caught Logan’s hand to make sure he was good with it all.

“Aaaaaanything you want to change? Speak up now or forever hold your peace.”

Logan shook his head, boyish excitement still obvious. “No, I think it’s perfect. Are you happy with it?”

“I am now.”

“Then let’s go get lunch and tell Riggs we’re a go.”

My friends, as a wedding present, had given us a discount on their fees for building our house. The offer was super sweet of them and I’d agreed immediately. Logan’s inheritance from his grandfather had bought this land, at least in part. The old homophobic bastard was likely spinning in his grave over that. It pleased my evil, petty side enormously.

That wasn’t what I thought about, though, as I walked hand in hand back to the truck with my husband. I thought about how, by winter, we’d be moved into our new house. How we’d be able to host Christmases. How I had the rest of my life to love and enjoy this man.

Logan was the best gift I’d ever received. I loved this man to pieces and hoped I spent every day making sure he felt how much I loved him.

Building him a dream house, well, that was just the beginning.