Chapter Seven
He took in the hilltop where he’d parked his truck. It was on the edge of the Broadstone property, up high, where they could see for miles. The reds and oranges of sunset got him every time he took in and absorbed all this beauty, the reality that something so beautiful would one day belong to him.
Mason was standing beside him, leaning against the grill of his truck, and it wasn’t lost on him how perfect she was. She wasn’t an anorexic stick, but she wasn’t overweight: She had substance and softness and strength that seemed to ooze from her. He’d never before had the privilege of meeting a woman like her. “One day, this will all be mine,” he said as he looked out, feeling proud now for the first time, realizing that until this moment, with this girl, he’d taken it all for
