"Yes. That's what I'm saying." Harvey agreed with a dark look at Tyler.
The room erupted in argument, everyone insisting there had to be another way, that this was insane, and so on. I wasn't listening. Harvey wouldn't have put us through this if there was another way.
Out of the mayhem, Hope's voice rang out. "He can't stay. We don't have a room. Nash took the last guest room. Unless Tyler wants a cot in one of the empty rooms." Hope sent Tyler a furious glare. He smirked at me and opened his mouth. I knew what he was going to say.
Before he got a word out, I cut him off. "That's fine. Tyler can have Nash's room." I felt Nash stiffen beside me, but I didn't react. Everything would be clear soon enough.
"That's right, kick him out!" Tyler crowed. "But I don't need his room. I'll stay with you."
As if. Ignoring everyone except Harvey, I asked, "Is there anything in the will that specifies which room is included in Tyler's room and board?"
Understanding, Harvey smiled. "Only that he has a right to a room in the Manor. It doesn't specify which room."
"Lovely," I said, with as serene a smile as I could manage. "Then Tyler can take Nash's room."
"And what about me?" Nash asked, his tone as neutral as my own, his dark eyes locked on mine.
A thrill ran down my spine as I spoke the words my heart had been shouting ever since Nash came home.
"You? You'll stay with me."
ChapterTwenty-Seven
PARKER
You'll stay with me.
A slow smile spread across Nash's face. "Excellent."
"I think so," I replied, my smile matching his.
There were shouts from around us, objections from Tyler, surprise from my brothers. From Hope, I got only a wide, satisfied grin. Through the insanity, she said to me, "Why don't you two get Nash's things moved while the rest of them fight this out?"
Flashing a smile at her in return, I grabbed Nash's hand and pulled him to the door. No one stopped us. Giddy joy flooded through me. If I'd known how good it would feel to finally make a decision, I might have done it a long time ago. Or maybe this had all happened exactly the way it was supposed to.
It didn't matter now. I'd made my choice, in a very public manner, and I couldn't have been happier about it. Whatever crap Tyler planned to shovel in our direction, we'd face it together.
Skidding to a halt in the hallway, I turned to look at Nash. "Where are your things? When I checked the guest room, it looked empty."
Nash shook his head in remorse. "I hadn't really unpacked, so I just grabbed my bag. I don't think there's anything in the guest room, but my bag is in my car."
"Go get it and let's get you settled. Then do you want to get an early dinner? Or a late lunch? Or just get the hell out of here?"
"Yes. Definitely yes. Wait one second." Nash left me at the door, darted outside, and was back a minute later, his duffel bag in hand. With his free hand, he reached for mine.
We walked up the stairs like that, both grinning like idiots. Savannah came around the corner, a satisfied look in her eyes. "Moving into Parker's suite?" she asked.
"He is," I answered.
"Good for you," she said. "I checked the guest room and brought a few things I think you overlooked. They're in Parker's bathroom."
"Thanks, Savannah," I said. "We're going to get Nash moved in and then take off for a while. I'll let you know when we get back."
"One second." She handed me an old-fashioned brass key. "For your room. If Tyler is going to be in the house, you might want to keep your door locked."
I looked at the key in my hand. It must have been a century old, though the brass glowed against my skin. "You polish the keys?" I asked, turning it over in my palm. It was at least four inches long and heavier than it looked.
Savannah winked. "Not all of them. It's a little clunky, but it works. I asked Scarlett, and she said the door locks were hard to pick. Something about them being too stiff. This should keep him out."
