Chapter Five
He was sitting across from her at a solid oak dining table for twelve, which took up most of the space in the separate dining room. There were windows at each end so they could look out at the paradise around them. The view was spectacular, in a refreshing kind of way, completely opposite the pixie—which was what Ben had taken to calling Carrie, at least mentally.
Her hair was so blond that it was almost white. He couldn’t tell how long it was, as she’d pinned it up in a messy bun, fastening it with one of those big clips. She had on a light blue sweater that hugged what curves she had, though she wasn’t stacked at all, not like the women he dated. In fact, she didn’t seem to have much going on there at all. She probably never bothered wearing a bra. She was thin, too, and s
