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Lana

Construction day. My favorite day of every project. I love the thrill of getting to see my designs finally come to fruition. I’ve been working with a few designers in Boston for the furniture, and I’ve been informed by the construction company it should take about six months to finish. Perfect timing for the winter guests to come out for snow and skiing.

Today, the crews will be digging to lay the initial foundation. Mr. and Mrs. Ellis had the area cleared years ago for the new cabins, but they had never started construction. It was easy to get the crew out here over the past month to level it all out so they can start construction today, instead of having to do all the leg work.

Tristan woke early and has been pacing his apartment, nervous to start everything. I gave him an orgasm this morning to help calm his nerves, and he gave me two just for being so nice. I could definitely get used to this. I pull my jeans up, and they feel a little snug around the waist. Must be all the good food Tristan is forcing down my throat. I ate so much yesterday I could barely walk. If I continue to eat like this, I’m going to leave here fifty pounds heavier.

I gather everything I need, load up Tristan’s truck, and climb in. It’s still early, and the crew won’t be arriving for another hour or so. That gives me plenty of time to look over the plans and iron out any issues that may arise.

My stomach rumbles, and I rub it, willing it to be quiet as Tristan hops in. He notices me rubbing my belly, and he smiles.

“Hungry, or not feeling well?”

“A little of both. You’re feeding me too much. I’m getting used to having all this food now, and my body is revolting against me.” I laugh.

“I’m sure we can find you something at the ranch. Mom makes some mean cinnamon rolls.”

His smile fades at the mention of his mom. She wasn’t in the hospital that long, but she’s changed a lot since she’s been back. I know he’s worried about her, and I wish there was something I could do to help. I’m actually hoping he’ll let me see her at some point today so I can say hi and spend some time with her. She has always been so kind to me; I know this is a huge burden on his family.

“She’s going to be okay, Tristan.” I take his hand in mine and give him a reassuring squeeze, then kiss the back of his knuckles.

“I know. I just need my mom back. I want her to be around long enough to hopefully see me get married and meet her grandchildren.” He glances at me and smirks.Is he picturing marrying me?

Lana Ellis. It does have a nice ring to it. I spend the entire ride to the ranch daydreaming about my perfect wedding. I don’t even realize we’ve pulled up until he cuts the engine. We both get out, and I look around the land with a new perspective. I could see myself raising kids here with this man. The only problem is my job and family are back east.

Mom would kill me if I moved here and never made it home to visit with grandkids. And what about my job? I’ve been lucky, but I won’t be able to work remotely forever. Eloise would never allow that.

“Hey, where’d you go? You seem lost in thoughts.”

“Nothing,” I lie. “Just trying to picture the land with the new cabins and what it will do to this place.” I smile up at him. “I’m so happy you are doing this and that I’m a part of it. Thanks for hiring my company.”

“I’m so glad it was you, Lana.” He wraps his arms around me and buries his head in the crook of my neck, placing gentle kisses along my skin.

“All right, you two. Get a room,” Holden chortles behind us.

“You’re just jealous, man,” Tristan says, ignoring his friend as he continues to kiss me.

I finally manage to push him away and give Holden a hug. “Good to see you so happy,” he murmurs against my shoulder before releasing me.

“You too. Now, point me in the direction of food. I’m starving and need something to eat.”

He looks at Tristan. “Didn’t you feed this girl when she got here?”

“Sure did, we’ve been working up quite an appetite.” He smirks, and I smack him in the arm in embarrassment.

“I’m sure Holden doesn’t want to know what we are doing,” I mumble as I rub my reddened cheeks.

I leave the two of them talking and go in search of food. Tristan sends me inside the house to find something in the kitchen, and when I walk in, his mom is sitting at the table. “Hi, Mrs. Ellis.” I smile at her.

Her face brightens, and she extends her right arm for me to give her a hug. She has a cast on her leg, and her left arm is in a sling. “Lana, welcome back, dear.” I wrap my arms around her gently and pull back. “We’re so happy to have you here. Tristan hasn’t talked about anything but you coming back for days.”

We spend the next few minutes talking as I gather some food, and it feels so normal. She’s so easy to talk to. When I finish my banana and peanut butter crackers, I put my plate in the dishwasher and tell her I’ll be back to visit later. She waves me out, and I watch her smile turn down before I leave the front door.

“Tristan?” I call for him as I step on the front porch.

I see Holden, and he motions toward where the new build will be. I walk down the path and stop a few feet away when I see him talking to the foreman, Steve. His hands rest easily on his hips, and his muscles ripple under his snug t-shirt.Damn, I want to tear that thing off him.

“Lana, right?” a man asks from behind me. I turn to see Emmett standing there with a yellow hard hat on, light-colored jeans, and a loose t-shirt.