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“Yes.”
“What kind of research?”
“The house hunting kind of research.”
“And what did you come up with?”
She hops down, and I shamelessly watch as her luscious asscheeks bounce in the too-small linen house shorts she has on as she walks over to the coffee table.
She shoves a stack full of papers into my chest.
I take my cut off and drape it over the back of the couch before plopping down on the velvet cushion. Straightening the pages out, I look at the first one. “Why does this house look familiar?”
She bites her lip and worries it between her teeth.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
“Is it weird if I tell you I don’t want to move away from my dad?”
I look down at the house again, my brows furrowing over where I’ve seen this house before. Until it dawns on me. This is the neighbor's house.
I chuckle. “You want to move next door?”
Her cheeks lift in a breathtaking smile, her white teeth shining in the light. “Yes?”
“Is that a question?”
She shakes her head, her blonde curls bouncing against her face as she goes. “No.”
“I’ve never seen a for sale sign before.”
“That’s because it’s not for sale.”
“Babe,” I chuckle, “how are you going to buy a house that isn’t for sale?”
“There hasn’t been a person living in that house inyears,Em. I already contacted a girl I went to high school with who is a realtor now, and she’s going to see if we can find out who owns it to see if they would even be willing to sell.”
It’s sappy as fuck, but my heart constricts when she calls me Em. I smile at her.
“What?”
“You called me ‘Em.’”
“Oh?” Her lips twitch. “Should I not call you that?”
“No, babe. I like it.”
“Oh. Okay.” Her smile widens. “I was scrolling through all of those house-hunting websites, and I was able to find old pictures of it. Look!”
She plops down next to me, grabs her laptop from the coffee table, and rests it on her lap. I lean over and wrap my arm around her back, resting my head against her shoulder while she pulls the site back up.
As Lilah flips through each picture, I flip my focus between the screen and her face, watching how excited she is gets with each click. I’m happier than hell she is finally focusing on something rather than worrying over the bakery.
She flips through pictures of the backyard, and once she starts going into the bedrooms, she points at different things in the pictures that can be remodeled.
“This one can be my studio-slash-closet, and we can turn this one into a home gym for you,” she says excitedly.
“How many bedrooms is it?”
