Perfect Timing (40 page)

“Aidan, it’s who you are. I’ve known it since the day we brought that first guitar here. I’d never want to take that away.”

“Okay then,” he said, his focus on a pastoral stretch of land behind the house. “Instead of forty acres of corn, I was thinking we could use that land for something else.”

“Something else?”

“That acreage, it’s the perfect spot for a recording studio.”

She leaned into him, laughing. “A recording studio?”

“Yeah, the ultimate work-from-home office. Come on,” he said, pulling her by the hand. “I’ll show you where.”