Page 97 of The Rancher's Wedding Deception

“It’s a little funny.”

But he was smiling—actually smiling—as he pulled back to look at her. His hair was a mess, his composure thoroughly destroyed.

He looked human.

He looked...hers.

Or at least that was what he looked about half an hour ago.

Now, though?

“Are we there yet?”

She had no idea...since Paul had her on blindfold even before leaving the jet. All she could figure out since then was that he had bundled her inside another car, and they were on their way to somewhere...up,with how Andie could feel the car climbing, the road winding in switchbacks and causing her to press against Paul’s side with every turn.

“Patience,koukla mou.”

Andie made a face, which he presumably saw since she heard him chuckle after a moment. In situations like this, patience wasn’t her strongest suit at all.

More minutes passed, and she noticed the air turning colder, carrying the scent of pine and snow.

Mountains then, Andie thought. They were driving up a mountain.

The drive seemed to take forever before the car finally rolled to a stop.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Paul instructed as he helped her out. Cold air hit her immediately—sharp, clean, carrying the particular silence that only came with snow.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

The blindfold fell away.

“Oh my goodness.”

A...castle?

As in...an actual castle, rising from the mountainside like something out of a fever dream. Stone towers and pointed spires and massive wooden doors and gargoyles perched on corners.

Behind her, the sun was setting over the Colorado Rockies, painting the snow-capped peaks in shades of pink and gold.

“I rented it for the night,” Paul said. “But I can purchase it. If you want to live here.”

She could only laugh and shake her head. Either that...or start questioning her sanity.

Didn’t he realize howinsanelyunreal he sounded, asking her if she wanted him to buy a castle like he was asking her if she wanted a cheeseburger?

“I noticed in the bookstore that you seemed partial to fantasy. The special editions you were looking at—they were all romantasies.”

Oh, this man.

She so loved that he had noticed the little things about her.

But...

To rent a castle just because she loved romantasies?

She had never thought of herself as a gold-digger, but now she wasn’t sure. It felt as if she was starting to fall in love with him, but was that because he was Paul being Paul...or was it because he was a billionaire?