Home Is Where the Heart Is by J A Fielding, Bwwm Romance Dot Com Page B

beds and still
have plenty of room. “Mr. Davenport if you don’t take
this house, I will,” she quipped.
    “ What?” he asked looking
at her.
    “ Well, it would probably take
me years to pay it off, but this room is most definitely worth it,”
she said, looking out of the huge window that overlooked the driveway
below.
    “ You would buy an entire house
just for one room?” He chortled.
    “ Oh yeah,” she said
nodding. “If this was my room, I would never leave.”
Steven looked at her and smiled.
    “ So far I am impressed but I
still have to see what the kitchen looks like,” he told Julie,
still looking at her. She raised an eyebrow and felt her cheeks
flush.
    “ You cook?” she asked
surprised.
    “ Every decent Davenport cooks.
Some families have law or medicine as their legacy, but ours is in
our culinary abilities,” Steven divulged as they walked out of
the bedroom. Before they went downstairs, they looked at the other
two bedrooms. Steven commented that the two other bedrooms were just
going to be guest rooms. If his guests didn’t like them then
they should probably have stayed at their own houses. Julie was
smiling as she led him downstairs to the kitchen. When they got
there, she suddenly felt as if she was looking at Chef Ramsey because
he was busy talking about the counter tops, the storage
cabinets…everything that a professional chef would be obsessed
with.
    “ I would hate to ever have to
cook for you. I rarely cook, except when I make stew, or chili…or
pot roast. Those I can kill at,” she boasted.
    “ You would kill?” Steven
asked, looking at her.
    “ That’s American for how
great I am,” Julie answered..
    “ And do you ever bake?”
he asked.
    “ Sure. I make great blueberry
muffins.”
    “ Maybe I should give you a few
recipes from my country. Spotted dick would be a good start,”
he said. Julie looked at him in shock..
    “ Spotted what ?”
she asked, surprised and horrified at the same time.
    “ Spotted dick…It’s
not what you think. It’s just a pudding made with currants and
served with custard. Trust me, you Americans haven’t tasted
great dessert till you have some of that,” he explained.
    “ Yeah, you might consider
changing the name though,” Julie suggested as she watched him
walking around the kitchen. Steven laughed at Julie's comment.
    “ I love this and I want it,”
he confirmed.
    “ But you haven’t seen the
pool yet,” Julie told him.
    “ That’s just a plus, I’m
sure,” he replied confidently as he followed her out. The pool
was more than perfect. It had a cave-like setting, complete with a
rocky waterfall and a mid-pool bar, a bachelor’s dream. “If
I didn’t want it before, I most definitely want it now.”
    Steven walked towards the pool.
    “ I take it you are a party
animal?” she guessed.
    “ Not really, but I have a big
family back at home and I would need something to keep them occupied
when they are here. This is perfect,” Steven told Julie will a
smile.
    “ Well, the property is also in
a great school district, I must add,” Julie said as she looked
around. Steven turned to look at her and smiled.
    “ I’m afraid that wouldn’t
be much of a selling point as far as I’m concerned.”
    “ Oh, I’m sorry. I just
assumed…” Julie felt her cheeks flushing as her words
trailed off. “I
just assumed that a man as fine as you would already be tied down
with a couple of kids on the way, that’s all,” she
thought as she looked at him. “I shouldn’t have said
that,” she stammered, feeling a little bit embarrassed.
    “ Don’t you worry about
it,” he said as he looked at her.
    “ So, Mr. Davenport, do we have
a deal?” .
    “ Definitely, Miss Parker,”
Steven said as he turned his attention to her. “So how far will
this set me back?” he asked. Julie looked at him with a grin on
her face. For a man of his stature, she was sure that a couple
hundred thousand wouldn’t be much.
    “ Not that much. Two