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cost a mint, Wes!”
    Rosemary was impressed that he remembered.
    “Trust me. It was worth every cent to see the look on your face.
    Come on, there’s more.”
    “More?” she asked.
    Wes turned to her and gave her that gorgeous smile she loved so much. “Much more.”
    She followed him to the living room. Dark brown leather furniture was arranged around a coffee table in front of the stone fireplace.
    There were framed prints of family members on the mantle and on the walls. She was in several of the photos and thought it was nice they’d held onto them. Passing into another hallway on the other side of the house, he led her down to the master bedroom suite.
    Rosemary sighed when she entered, feasting her eyes. Wes had redone the walls in an oak plank paneling that matched the flooring.
    There was another blue and red, patterned rug by the enormous bed, which was drop-dead gorgeous. The bed had tall posters and a framework with a filmy drape over it. The headboard and footboard were decoratively hand-carved with a swirling floral pattern.
    Around the room were several other pieces of furniture: a dresser and mirror, a tall chest of drawers, a rocking chair, tall mirror on casters, and a tall lingerie chest. Rosemary crossed the room and pulled one drawer after another. They were all empty. She looked back at Wes, questions in her eyes. He smiled and led her past the large walk-in closet, into the bathroom.
    Her jaw fell open again. They had redone the shower and floors with new tile and had put in a humungous bathtub to replace the standard tub that had been in there, if she recalled correctly. Standing 38

    in the bathroom, she looked at him then out at the bedroom door, feeling like something was off-kilter somewhere.
    “Did you knock out a wall?”
    “Sort of. Do you like the tile and countertops?
    “They’re beautiful. That big window is wonderful over the tub.”
    “It’s a double window with a privacy shade inside. You press the switch to lower it,” he said, indicating the switch on the wall by the window.
    “Wonderful. It looks like you renovated the suite, but it hasn’t been used. Where are you and Evan sleeping?”
    “The bedrooms across the hall. The old master suite and second bedroom.”
    “What?—Wait! You added on a whole new master suite? This is all new since the last time I was here.”
    Wes nodded. “The master bedroom needed to be bigger anyway. I converted the small bedroom and old master suite into two bigger bedrooms with an adjoining bathroom. When Evan moved back home, he took the second bedroom and helped me finish the addition.”
    Wes smiled when Evan slid his bulky arms around her waist. He nuzzled the back of her neck with his soul patch, sending pleasant shivers racing over her skin.
    Rosemary looked at Wes and asked, “You did all this, for—”
    “You, baby,” Evan murmured as she turned to him, smiling when she saw his dimples.
    “You helped with all this?”
    Evan replied, “I convinced myself I was just helping him fix his house the way he wanted it. But I knew deep down he was building it for you.”
    With a light chuckle, Wes said, “Evan spent as much time in here working as I did. We built the furniture earlier this spring.”
    Approaching the largest bed she’d ever seen, Rosemary said, “It’s all gorgeous. That bed is incredible. I really like the carvings.”

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    Wes pointed at Evan.
    Rosemary smiled at Evan. “You did the carving?” He nodded sheepishly.
    She brushed his warm cheek with her lips, and he murmured,
    “You can say it, Rosemary. I was a big dummy. I admit it. All I care about now is that you’re here and you like it. The steaks are done.”
    Following them into the kitchen, she ran her hand over the smooth, brown and black marble countertops. She opened one cabinet after another, looking for plates and glasses.
    “Well, one thing hasn’t changed,” she said, laughing.
    “What?” Wes asked.
    “The last time I visited, you’d