Saving Me (Finding You #3) Read Online Free

was. With Kyle by my side the ocean invoked blissful memories. Days and nights we’d spent falling in love with the sound of the waves as our background music. I was surprised at how much I was now enjoying the slow drive, being able to reminisce.
    Kyle signaled just before we turned right onto a private residence. I was confused.
    “Are we visiting someone?”
    “Yes.”
    Okaaay. Now I was beginning to get frustrated. Kyle was never this quiet but I guessed he had to be so he didn’t give anything away. I certainly didn’t want to burst his bubble. I kept playing his game, waiting patiently.
    A man was already parked inside the imposing entrance and was leaning on the hood of his car, studying some paperwork when we drove up the pebble driveway.
    The intriguing, dark slate-roofed house was massive next to the middle-aged salesman. The large stones that made up the walls plummeted us into another era. The gardens around the house needed a lot of work, with tall, spindly weeds overshadowing most of the once glorious shrubs.
    The stranger outstretched his hand to Kyle when we’d exited the car and then he looked at me briefly. “Hey Kyle! How are you? This must be your lovely girlfriend! I’m Joe Adams and I’ll be showing you around this neighborhood. Feel free to ask me questions about the properties and hopefully I’ll be able to answer them.”
    What on Earth? Look around the properties? What were we doing? I started to smell something fishy that had Kyle written all over it.
    I nudged him in the ribs to get his attention, animating my face with a questioning glare.
    “What are we doing? I thought we were visiting someone? Why do we have a tour guide?” My teeth were compressed in an attempt to stifle my voice so I didn’t offend Joe.
    Letting the stocky salesman lead the way, Kyle stole a kiss below my ear then whispered to me, “I’m buying you a house.”
    I stopped walking, tugging on his hand.
    “You’re what?” I nearly sang the words, my high-pitched voice alien to me. I could have sworn he said he was buying me a house.
    Kyle turned to face me fully, clasping one side of my cheek in his soft hand. “This is the surprise. I’m buying you a house. Well, us actually. I want to get you out of the city, somewhere safe. Not only that, I’m tired of living in an apartment. I want a garden with trees and grass and…and vegetables!” He was waving his hand around to accentuate the word.
    I giggled. “Vegetables? Since when do you have a green thumb?”
    “Believe it or not, there are still some things you don’t know about me.”
    “Obviously!”
    I yearned to know everything. I wanted this man inside and out. If there were things still to uncover, I’d relish the new discoveries. We’d grow vegetables together.
    “What do you say? Will you accept such an extravagant gift?”
    Holy smoke! When I’d first agreed to come to America it had only been to stay with Kyle for a little while to see how our relationship would go and now two months later, we were buying a house! Well, Kyle was buying it. For us. Did I want to take that step?
    How could I not? There were such endearing sentiments behind it. We both knew we wanted to stay together.
    If this house was anything to go by, he wasn’t buying me a house. He was buying me a mansion. I knew my safety was everything to Kyle so if he thought by moving here I would be protected, then hell yeah!
    I pulled his head close to give him an answer. “Yes.” I breathed onto his lips as I kissed him as if he would break. Our awareness was stolen to the gentle touch of two mouths moving in time to the ebb and pull of the ocean—our background music.
    The earlier anniversary gift from John—or more to the point, the reaction I had from it—had been left back in the city. Now with my lips locked onto my own version of God, there was nothing to do but succumb to the moment and bask in its glory, although kissing was never enough.
    Joe coughed nice and loud to