Angela blinked, unsure if she heard Gael right. "What did you say?"
His hands were rough but firm and warm when they framed her face. He wanted to look into her eyes, seeing the curiosity and anticipation in them. The house was absolutely everything he wanted—especially that Angela put all of this together. He was slightly shocked about the turn of events that he was still waiting for everything to sink in so he couldn't fully express how he felt about this home.
But Gael was sure about one thing, and he had been certain weeks before going back to Mayne. "This house. We can live here permanently."
The corners of her lips hesitated to lift as her gaze bounced between his eyes. "But you're barely here. I mean, I suppose we can fly every weekend…" She thought, then her brows drew together. "Do you mean you'll stay here full time?" Angela asked, even though she already had a feeling what he meant, she just couldn't believe it and didn't want to be disappointed.
