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“You love it?” He swelled with pride when I nodded. “Better than your apartment?”
“Ugh, don’t rub it in,” I said. “I’ll be living in a shoebox, but at least I’ll get to visit this place. If you guys decide to get it, of course.”
“We already put in an offer.”
He was grinning widely. My mouth dropped open in shock, excitement that this place could actually be theirs rushing through me. “You did? Seriously? When?”
“We found this place online a few weeks ago,” he admitted, looking out onto the leaf-strewn lawn. “It was a really good deal, so we put in an offer before we were able to visit the place. Now that we’re here, I’m glad we did.”
Through the windows, I spotted Lucas in the yard, checking out the detached garage. Leaving Manson with a kiss on the cheek, I made my way out onto the back porch and jogged across the grass to join him.
“Is this going to be the new shop?” I said as he greeted me with an arm around my waist and one hand squeezing my ass.
“Only for our own personal cars,” he said as we wandered around the garage’s interior. It was smaller than the shop they had now, but big enough for their own vehicles. “Manson and I decided that we shouldn’t have our workplaceonthe property. Given that we both have such a hard time taking days off as it is.”
“No more working on weekends,” I reminded him. “Weekends are for debauchery only.”
“Are they really?” He pressed me to the side of the garage as we walked back outside, covering my throat with kisses and bites. “Well, would you look at that: it’s Saturday.”
He kissed me until my knees were weak and heat seized me. I made him stop only when the realtor spotted us and awkwardly ducked back out of sight.
“Let her watch,” he growled. “Hell, she could join in if she wants...”
Laughing as I smacked his arm, I said, “Don’t scare the poor realtor! She’s confused enough trying to figure out who’s with who.”
We wandered across the yard, the leaves crunching under our shoes. “I love how big these trees are,” I said, looking up at the sprawling limbs of the maple tree that shaded the backyard. “We could totally build a treehouse up there.”
“I think we’re too big for treehouses, Jess,” he said. But there was still longing in his eyes, as if he wished he wasn’t, as if building a treehouse again was simply too tempting.
“Well, even if you’re too big for it...kids would like it,” I said as casually as I could, smiling and shrugging as I turned to go back inside. “I’m going to go find Jason and Vincent. I heard this house has a basement? If y’all don’t turn it into a dungeon, I’m going to be disappointed...”
I’d only gotten a few steps away before he called to me and I glanced back.
“Kids?” he said. He sounded both terrified and hopeful at the same time.
“Yeah, you know, little miniature versions of you...Manson...Jason...Vincent...” His eyes grew wider with my every word, and I couldn’t help laughing at his expression. “I bet they’d like a treehouse.”
His mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to choke out, “Yeah, I bet they would.” With his hands in his pockets, he looked blankly into the distance for a moment, a nervous smile on his face. “They’d like that a lot.”
Maybe I jumped the gun there, but I no longer made a habit of hiding what I wanted.
***
There was just enoughtime for us to get ready for dinner after touring the house. The boys had made the reservation and refused to tell me where since they wanted it to be a surprise. All they told me was that I should dress up nice, so I hadn’t been able to resist picking up a new dress for the occasion.
By the time I emerged from the bathroom, they were ready to go. All wore fitted slacks and button-up shirts — even Lucas, who hated buttons with a particular passion. The sight of them all dressed up made my stomach do somersaults.
“Damn, you all look hot,” I said, my heels giving me enough height to kiss Vincent without him having to bend down.
“You still put us all to shame. Look at you.” Lucas circled me, nodding in appreciation. My dress was ruched yellow satin that barely touched my mid-thigh, and it made my ass look incredible.
Manson kissed my neck, trailing his finger over my dangling diamond earring. “You do look absolutely stunning,” he said.
Jason took my hand, giving me a twirl as Vincent whistled. “Now, how do you expect us to leave the house with you looking like that?” Jason said. “I think I’d rather stay here and take all this off you.”
“I promise that fucking Jess will be even more enjoyable after a Michelin-starred dinner,” Vincent said, putting his arm around my shoulders as he steered me toward the door. “We’ve had these reservations for weeks, I’m sorry, but I might die if I don’t get to try their roast duck.”
“Better be a damn good duck,” Lucas said. He gave my ass a squeeze, his voice a growl in my ear as he said, “I knew you’d be wearing a thong under that slinky little thing.”
