“Are you seriously going to sell all this?” Emma demanded. “It might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! Honestly, Kennedy, it’s all yours – for free!”
I managed a faint smile in Emma’s direction but couldn’t draw my thoughts away from the ringing of an imaginary cash register; one which continued to tally the enormous costs of maintaining a place like this. Heck, it wasn’t even maintenance that was needed. From what I could see, thousands of dollars had to be spent to make it safe, let alone habitable. While Emma obviously thought the medieval castle nestled among wild, untended gardens was incredibly romantic, I was a realist.
“Yeah, I’m going to sell it and hopefully if I make a little money, I might be able to buy a place of my own back home.”
Emma’s warm brown eyes widened
