Chapter 17

"This place is beautiful," Kayla said breathily. "I told you I have good taste." Luke smiled easily as he opened the front gate and politely gestured for her to step inside. "Mr. Kingston, are you planning to live here yourself?" she asked as she walked in. "Yeah. This is going to be my future home. My marital home, actually." "Wow," Kayla said. "Your wife's a lucky woman." "She's not my wife yet," Luke replied, a little bashfully. "But hopefully, soon." As he said that, a faint blush crept up the tips of his ears. Kayla couldn't help but smile, too. His shy expression was oddly endearing. The place was still bare—a true blank canvas—but to an interior designer like Kayla, it was full of untapped potential. "So, Mr. Kingston, do you have any thoughts or preferences for how you want the place done?" she asked. "I'll leave that up to you," Luke replied without missing a beat. "Up to me?" She blinked, a little surprised. Luke looked down at her, a playful smile flickering in hi