“Welcome to my home, Gemma.”
He stood back and she stepped over the threshold at the same exact moment that he flicked a switch and the lights came on. She glanced around in awe. The interior of his home was simply beautiful and unless he had hidden decorating skills she wasn’t aware of, she had to assume that he’d retained the services of a professional designer for this place, too. His colors, masculine in nature, were well-coordinated and blended together perfectly.
She moved farther into the room, taking note of everything—from the Persian rugs on the beautifully polished walnut floors, to the decorative throw pillows on the sofa, to the style of curtains and blinds that covered the massive windows. The light colors of the window treatments made each room appear larger in dimension and the banister of the spiral staircase that led to another floor gave the condo a sophisticated air.
When Callum crossed the room and lifted the blinds, she caught her breath. He hadn’t lied when he’d said the beach was practically in his backyard. Even at night, thanks to the full moon overhead, she could see the beautiful waters of the Pacific Ocean.
Living away from home while attending college had taken care of any wanderlust she might have had at one time. Seeing the world had never topped her list. She was more than satisfied with the one hundred acres she had acquired on her twenty-first birthday—an inheritance for each of the Westmorelands. The section of Denver most folks considered as Westmoreland Country was all the home she’d ever known and had ever wanted. But she would have to admit that all she’d seen of Sydney so far was making it a close second.
Callum turned back to her. “So what do you think?”
Gemma smiled. “I think I’m going to love it here.”
Eight
The next morning, after taking his shower, Callum dressed as he gazed out his bedroom window at the beautiful waters of the ocean. For some reason he believed it was going to be a wonderful day. He was back home and the woman he intended to share his life with was sleeping under his roof.
As he stepped into his shoes, he had to admit that he missed being back in Denver, working the ranch and spending time with the men he’d come to know over the past three years. During that time Ramsey had needed his help and they’d formed a close bond. Now Ramsey’s life had moved in another direction. Ramsey was truly happy. He had a wife and a baby on the way and Callum was happy for his friend.
And more than anything he intended to find some of that same happiness for himself.
As he buttoned up his shirt, he couldn’t help but think about the kiss he and Gemma had shared last night. The taste of her was still on his tongue. He’d told her that he wouldn’t kiss her again until she gave the word, and he intended to do everything within his power to make sure she gave it—and soon.
The one thing he knew about Gemma was that she was stubborn. If you wanted to introduce an idea to her, you had to make her think that it had been her idea. Otherwise, she would balk at any suggestion you made. He had no problems doing that. When he put his seduction plan into motion, he would do it in such a way that she would think she was seducing him.