Chapter 111
“Would you mind?” I was redecorating our rooms there, and that was why we were staying at the Trunk. When I’d chosen interior design as my major, it had caused a rift between me and Granddad. He’d been afraid people would think I was gay. As it turned out, I wasgay, and after Granddad’s diagnosis, he’d decided there were more important things in life than what people thought. I needed another year to get my degree, but once our surrogate became pregnant, I’d put my education on hold. And if we did make Silver Birch our home, I’d have a wall taken down and remodel the space next to the master into a nursery.
“Not in the least.” Hyde slid his broad palm past the waistband of my jeans and gripped a buttock, squeezing rhythmically. “It’s a lovely house, and you have fond memories of staying there.”