Page 77 of The Last Person

He sputters as he looks around the space. “It’s perfect. All the plant babies would be happy here. I know Greta will probably be sassy with me about moving her back and forth between here and the city between football season and offseason, but… it’s perfect.” He spins to me. “How did you find this?”

“I asked Cheyenne for help. But stick with me because you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

I nod to a set of French doors, and lead him through them onto a massive stone patio, then through the wrought-iron gate at the end and into the expansive gardens.

They’re overgrown and in need of landscaping, but they span for several acres.

Brian stops in the center, looking around in awe.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?”

He cups my cheek. “For loving me enough to find this house to fulfill my dreams.”

“Our dreams. This is for us.”

He pulls me into his arms for a sweeping kiss that leaves me breathless. The kind of kiss I would watch the couples onBridgertonhave and long for.

And yeah, this property gives some low-keyBridgertonvibes too.

“There’s one last thing I want to show you.” Taking his hand, I lead him through the gardens and out another iron gate. We walk up a small incline, and we’re greeted with sweeping views of the valley below.

Behind us is a beautiful view of the gardens.

“This is breathtaking.”

“It’s ours. I’m not the only one who wants this, right?”

He laughs. “No. You’re not the only one. The only place my heart has ever felt more at home or my soul more at peace is with you. This is ours.”

“Good,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist as puffs of steam from my breath dance through the air. “Because I’m going to marry you in this spot one day.”

His eyes widen. “Proposing already? I’m not against it, but?—”

I cut him off with a kiss. “You’ll know when I propose.”

“Of course. Because whatever it is will be extra and endlessly thought out.”

“Exactly.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s go tell Jan we want to buy this house.”

I twine my gloved fingers with his, and we walk back to the house, taking in the beautiful landscape around us.

After an hourof discussion and paperwork with Jan, she put the offer in, and she’s reasonably certain they’ll accept it, but we have plenty of room to go up in the asking price if we need to.

Brian’s gaze lingers on the house as we walk back to the car.

Both our phones go off, but he doesn’t bother reaching for his. He’s looking at the fields off to the side of the garage.

I fish my phone out of my pocket and see a text from Coach.

Coach Robbins: This is about to go out.

There’s a link to a press release, and I stop in my tracks as I pull it up.