Dylan gripped the steering wheel of the SUV, sulking at the colonial home in front of him. He knew the house had been in Heaven’s family for generations, but he never imagined it would be this big or beautiful.
What a shame to think the people inside didn’t want him in their house. At least her father didn’t. Either his presence would enrage his future father-in-law, or it would prove to him how much Heaven meant to Dylan.
As he released a deep breath, he departed the vehicle. If this went wrong, he’d cause Heaven pain, something he swore he’d never do. Still, he had to make things right. He would have done the same thing with his father if he’d given him the chance.
He hoped his heart would steady before he reached the door. The long flight hadn’t settled his mind. Neither had the hour
