She smiled. “Of course. It’s the place where we fell in love. But Arilyn will take good care of it, and we’ll make a new home. Our home.”
“Yeah, our home.” A frown marred his brow. “Speaking of homes, did you DVR House Hunters?”
She rolled her eyes. “We missed last night because it was already set up to tape The Bachelor at the same time. We can catch it on a rerun.”
“That’s it. We’re getting two DVRs in the new place. And two remotes.”
“Fine.”
“And no more of those creepy twins. Property cousins or something? They’re weird.”
“Property Brothers. And they’re hot! They’d be able to fix up this bungalow and make it a knockout.”
“They’re creepy and I’d never hire them. Besides, I love the bungalow just the way it is.” He gestured to the crumbled paper in her hand. “What’s that? Another to-do list?”
She looked down at the evidence of her love spell. If only he knew. She chucked it into the garbage and swore not to get spooked. Love spells didn’t work. Anyway, who cared how things happened? All she knew was the love of her life was all hers, and they were building a future together.
“The best kind of list. I love you.”
“Love you, too, sweetheart.”
He bent down and kissed her again, and everything was . . . beautiful.