“Oh, Jameson, I just love this place.” I smile dreamily as he walks up behind me. “I know.” He hands me a key ring with a red ribbon bow tied to it. I frown as I stare down at it in my hand. “That’s why I bought it for you.” My eyes meet his. “What?” “Uh-huh. I thought we could live here on the weekends and on holidays.” “You want to be a swamp person with me?” I whisper in surprise. He stands and takes me in his arms. “I could be anything, Emily Foster . . . as long as I’m with you.”
