My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

He laced our fingers together and walked me to the double doors before opening to a massive open concept room. "What is this?"

"We will show you the plans later, we actually need your input on a couple things. What I have to show you is over here." Dakota keeps walking me through to the back. There isn't anything here to indicate what they want to use this space for, so I couldn't even guess, but the windows set in the back wall almost make me cry. They made sure to recapture the entrance to the patio. It was always my favorite thing about the kitchen in the packhouse. But, we don't stop here like I assumed. He keeps pulling me along, his grin getting wider as we go.

"What are you up to?"

"Me? Why would I be up to anything?" He just winks and takes a few more large steps. I'm starting to have to jog to keep up, he's so excited to show me whatever it is. "Okay, Skylar, close your eyes." Oh, damn. He is serious. I think he's used my given name less than a handful of times in my whole life. I don't even hesitate to shut them.

possible. Our entire home was completely flattened in the attack. He moves me forward a few more steps. I can hear water trickling not far from me and smell the damp earth freshly tilled and planted. I can smell

yet?" I whine at him,

to get to me. Once he returns to my back and places both hands

depth walk in, but instead of being rectangular it is a circle in the center of

magic somehow. There is a stone path that surrounds the pool and leads to all the corner pockets of the space and plants are everywhere. It is amazing. I turn to Dakota and bury my