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“Oh, the living space is much bigger than I realized…” I murmur as I walk into that space. Even though there are no walls or ceiling, I imagine them and frown.
“What are you thinking?” Tanner asks, observing my reaction.
“Well, this is the living space. The plans have this walled up. I was thinking of an open fireplace and mantle, but…” I say, moving around, trying to look at it all.
“But what?”
“Well… what if it was a wall of windows instead?” I suggest, and his eyebrows rise.
“Windows?”
“Hear me out. They would need to be thick and have some structural support, but this view, it is too beautiful to just have a normal large window and then block it all off. What if instead it was kept open, with large sliding doors that you can open right up, bring the inside out and outside in. It would be amazing in spring and summer, and then in the cooler months, you close it up but still get the view. The fireplace could go to the side instead.” As I’m visualizing it all, I see him deep in thought.
“Floor-to-ceiling windows… I think that is an amazing idea and probably why the owner wanted you to design it. You should tell Griffin,” he says, and I smile at his support.
“Come and tell me what else you are thinking.”
Taking my hand, we spend the next thirty minutes going through each room, and every time I do, a new visual comes into my brain. I can’t wait to get home to start sketching and pulling imagery from online.
“Oh, there needs to be a helipad over there,” Tanner says, pointing to the side.
“What?” I ask, having never thought about that.
“Oh, baby, this place needs a helipad. It is too far away from the airstrip to drive. Especially at night,” he tells me, watching me closely. That makes sense, considering the type of wealthy person who probably owns this place.
I nod silently, thinking about how magnificent this is going to be. He comes to stand behind me as we look out over the vista. Taking a big breath in, I feel his hands wrap around my waist before he leans over me, kissing my cheek.
“It’s perfect out here,” I tell him whimsically. This would be my dream house.
“It sure is,” he agrees, pulling me to him, the two of us feeling contented surrounded by large trees, a soon-to-be luxury ranch, and just the sounds of the birds and wildlife. It’s perfect.
38
VICTORIA
We arrive to the jet, and I swallow harshly.
“I have never been on a plane like this before,” I say, looking out at the plane before us and wondering what this experience is going to be like.
“Nervous flyer?” Tanner asks me as he helps me from the truck. A scurry of people takes our bags and loads them, and one of Tanner’s team members jumps in his truck and drives it off to park it for him. I don’t fly a lot, but it isn’t the flight I am nervous about.
“No, it’s just so new and shiny.”
He lets me walk up the stairs first, and I go slowly, wanting to take it all in.
“Wow,” I breathe out as I reach the main cabin and step inside. It is exactly what you would expect. The lights are on, the finishes shiny. The leather seats look like butter. It is browns and creams and almost a soft yet masculine kind of tone.
“This paneling is really beautiful. You made this,didn’t you?” I ask Tanner, already knowing he did. It has his signature design all over it. Running my hand along the wall, I feel the whiskey barrel recycled paneling and its smooth bumps underneath it. The very faint smell of whiskey lingers in the space, and I like it.
“It took a while, but I got it how I wanted,” he admits, and I smile. I like the way he brings a little of himself into each of his spaces. It makes me think of the ranch I am designing and how I wish I knew the owner so I could do exactly that for them.
“And these seats…” I sigh as I brush my hand over the top of the leather seat, before I sit down and the softness encases me.
“Lambskin. Softest leather you can find.” He likes me appreciating his things, but there is a lot to appreciate.
“Of course you would have a bar in here.” I laugh as my eyes rest on the lit-up display of crystal glasses and decanters, all full with different whiskeys.
“Of course,” Tanner says smugly. “Wherever I go, my whiskey is not far away.”
