Her aunt was on another trip, which meant they’d had the run of the house—and boy, had they made good use of it. She blushed, remembering just what Cooper had done to her on the living room couch, and how his body had felt, that delicious weight pressing her into the cushions.
She rolled over. The bed was empty beside her, but there was a note on the pillow.
Morning, beautiful. Early start next door, come by when you’re up. She got out of bed and went to the window. The house next door was almost complete now, with navy shutters hanging by every window, and a stately front door.
Cooper had been working late all week to install all the final touches, but he hadn’t let her visit; he said he’d wanted to save it until everything was done. And if his note was anything to go by, that day was finally here. Her cellphone rang, and Poppy fished it out off the nightstand, smiling when she saw the caller ID.
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