“Do you like your wedding gift?” he asks from behind me. “Wedding gift?” I turn to face him. Des’s silver eyes gleam. I glance around again. “Wait, are these…?” “Our new rooms.” He slides his hands into his pockets, stepping up next to me to survey the chambers. “It’s no ocean—I’m afraid there are limits on what I can do—but I figured my wife needed a place for her siren to unwind.” Our new rooms. I’m still stuck on that. He did this all for me—for us.
