Page 90 of The Other Half
“That property you love so much? The one I live at?” I paused and smiled. “Or lived at.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s mine. Grandpa signed it over this week along with two hundred acres across the street.”
The way his body froze, I was certain he would drop me.
“Jake?” I asked, trying to rouse him from his shock. “You okay?”
“Do you mean to tell me you own almost two-hundred-fifty acres on Kangaroo Lake. Two-hundred-and-fifty acres that will never be developed into condos, or a hotel, or a resort?”
“Yep.” I grinned. “It’s all ours. Even that crappy little cabin.”
“Hank! Did you hear that!” he called to the lab that raced around the yard with Poppy in tow. “You dogs have your own wildlife preserve!”
Ignoring his joy, Hank kept on running and Jake turned his attentions back to me.
“I love you, Cassie. And I always will.”
“I love you more.”
When his lips pressed down on mine, I knew that not only had I learned to live like the other half, I’d found my other half.
