“I suppose I was.” He halted, and I paused beside him as he turned to the house behind us. “This.” I blinked at him. At the rubble of the estate. “This?” “Consider it a Solstice and birthday present in one.” He gestured to the house, the gardens, the grounds that flowed to the river’s edge. With a perfect view of the Rainbow at night, thanks to the land’s curve. “It’s yours. Ours. I purchased it on Solstice Eve. Workers are coming in two days to begin clearing the rubble and knock down the rest of the house.” I blinked again, long and slow. “You bought me an estate.”
