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“Hey,” I snapped.
“Sorry. Force of habit.” Killian grinned.
“As I was saying. We’re sorry, and to make it up to you…” Grady pulled out his phone and scrolled through his screen. “We went house hunting.”
I frowned. “House hunting. You’re not all moving here, are you? I love you guys, but—”
“If I had to live in this humidity, I’d kill myself,” Grady said. “No, the house is for you two.”
I looked at Smoke and then back to Grady. “For us?”
Grady slid his phone across the table to me. “We were out all day yesterday looking at places. Mom and Dad came with.”
The phone went untouched. “I don’t understand.”
“Mom said you didn’t want to live in the apartment above the bakery anymore,” Grady said. “And I can’t say I blame you. So, we found you a place. For you and Smoke.”
“Look at the photos,” Chase urged.
“It’s got a big backyard,” Harlan added. “In case you guys want a dog. I think you guys need a dog.”
“And a great tree for a tire swing,” Killian said. “Or a treehouse. We can come down and help build it. You know, for the kids.”
“What kids?” I demanded.
“The kids you’re gonna have one day. Obviously,” Harlan said. “Mom wants grandbabies, and as you pointed out, the rest of us are too emotionally stunted to think about procreating.”
“Be nice, you’re talking about my children,” Mom said.
Smoke said nothing, but he picked up the phone and began to look at the photos.
“Well, isn’t this just like you guys,” I said, my tone acerbic.
“Uh oh,” Killian said.
“Told you she’d yell at us,” Harlan mumbled.
“You guys can’t help yourselves, can you? First you butt into my love life and attempt to intimidate Smoke.”
“They didn’t intimidate me,” Smoke said absently as he continued scrolling through the photos.
“I know they didn’t,” I said. I turned my attention back to my brothers. “And then you do something incredibly sweet so I can’t possibly stay mad at you.”
Harlan blinked. “Wait, you’re not mad?”
“I’m not mad.”
“Then why are you yelling?” Harlan asked with a smirk.
I opened my mouth to reply, but I quickly clamped it shut.
“Look at the photos,” my dad prodded. “If there’s something you don’t like, the boys and I will fly down here and fix it ourselves.”
“It’s nice having a contractor in the family,” Smoke said. He leaned over toward my father and showed him the phone. “This backyard situation isn’t going to work for me. It’s not a good use of the space.”
“Agreed.” Dad pointed to the screen. “If you remove that structure and—”
“Wait, can’t I see the house?” I asked in exasperation.
