“That’ll be a breakfast nook,” he described. “There’ll be French doors here that go out onto the deck.”

“Great view,” she put in.

“Isn’t it? Master suite will have the same view.”

She gazed out at the river. “But I don’t understand.”

He stopped next to her in the position he planned for the deck railing, resting his hands in his front pockets. “I like a nice view of the lake.”

“I don’t understand the new house. What’s wrong with the old one?”

He’d made plans to build the new one before his father had died. But he saw no reason to change the plans now. “Caleb and Mandy can live there.”

“But they’re only going to be here part-time, right?”

“Probably. But they’ll want their own space. And I’ll want mine. So will my wife.”

She turned to stare at him, and her eyes went round, her tone became incredulous. “You’re getting married?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Do you have a secret fiancée?”

“Not yet.”

“Who?” she asked.

“I told you, not yet.”

“But who is she?”

“I don’t know.”

Katrina canted a hip to one side, while her face screwed up in puzzlement. “You’re building a house for a fiancée you haven’t yet met?”

“You got a problem with that?”

She paused. “Truthfully, I think it’s kind of sweet.”

“I was going for practical.”

“Well, you got sweet.”

He scoffed out a laugh. “I’m not sweet.”

She lifted her left ankle and twisted it in the air. “Your wrap helped.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m positive it did,” she confirmed, while his mind wandered back to their near kiss last night in the barn.

A rumble sounded in the distance, and Katrina braced her feet to the ground, turning sharply toward it.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Horses.” He listened for a moment. “Small herd.”

“Where?” She took a sideways step in his direction, her gaze darting around.

“Over the rise. Coming this way.”