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“What?” she squealed. “How?”
“The usual way,” Weston chuckled.
“Ugh,” Jenna groaned. “Thanks for the image. You know what I meant.”
“Jenna, this is Aspen,” he answered, as though it would explain everything. “Aspen, this is my baby sister Jenna.”
“Aspen? The reason you ditched me the whole weekend you were in town last year?” Her eyes swung to me and Carter before returning back to Weston again. “I can’t believe you didn’t have her call me while you were gone. I could have helped out with all the pregnancy and baby stuff! You’re such a jerk!”
She punched him in the shoulder and elbowed him out of the way before wrapping her arms around Carter and me.
“I’m so sorry my brother is such a dunce, Aspen, but it’s great to finally meet you.” She was a whirlwind of energy, lifting Carter from my arms and moving towards the kitchen. “Luckily, I made a big breakfast casserole so I’d have leftovers for my fiancé tomorrow for Sunday brunch. That means there’s plenty for the three of us, and I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to him in the morning.”
“Shit, Jenna,” Weston hissed. “You’re going to ruin my fucking appetite with talk like that.”
“It’s no less than you deserve for keeping Aspen from me for so long and showing up on my doorstep with a surprise baby,” she teased.
“It was kind of a surprise to him too,” I corrected. “There was some kind of mix-up with his email and he never got any of the messages I sent while he was gone.”
“Ohmigosh, seriously?”
Weston explained what had happened over breakfast, filling us in on how he’d asked his handler to look into it for him. The glint in his eyes and growl in his voice made it clear he was beyond pissed at whomever had kept us apart all this time. I would have been afraid of what he’d do to them if I didn’t want time alone in a room with them myself.
“I finally understand why you asked me to hook you up with a realtor,” she said, looking over her shoulder as she loaded the dishwasher. She nodded her head towards a stack of papers on the corner of the counter. “I found the perfect person to help and he’s already sent over some listings I thought you’d like.”
A realtor? Was he moving here?
Weston rifled through the papers and chuckled. “He’s going to have to start all over because none of these will work.”
“Then it’s a good thing I had him include one home I would kill for you to take a look at. Check out the one on the bottom,” Jenna told him with a smirk.
“Oh yes,” Weston murmured as he perused the listing. “This will do quite nicely.”
“Yippee!” Jenna cheered, looking at her watch. “That’s great because he’s going to be here any minute now and that’s the first place he’s going to show you.”
“I’m glad to see you’re still as crazy as ever.”
“Crazy smart, you mean,” she corrected.
“You’re going house hunting?” I asked, feeling a little left out of the loop.
“Yes,” he replied, pulling me into his arms. “And you’re coming with me.”
“Can Carter stay with Auntie Jenna? Pretty please?” his sister begged. “I’d love to spend some time with my nephew.”
“That’s up to his mommy,” Weston answered. “What do you say, Aspen? Can we go look at houses while our little man hangs out with my sister?”
“Sure, I guess so,” I agreed, my answer drowned out by the ringing of the doorbell.
Before I had the chance to rethink my decision, Weston bundled me into the realtor’s car for the short ride down the street and around the corner from his sister’s house. When he pulled up in front of a huge two-story home with a white picket fence surrounding the yard, my jaw just about dropped open.
“Are you sure this is the kind of house you want to look at?” I asked nervously, in a low voice so the realtor wouldn’t overhear me.
“Damn straight it is.” He hopped out of the car, pulling me along with him. “Looks like the perfect place to raise a family to me.”
The realtor started his pitch as we walked into an entryway with vaulted ceilings. I tuned him out as I took in the space. Crown moldings, hardwood floors, and open floor plan. It was gorgeous. The kitchen looked like it had been designed for a gourmet chef with gleaming stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. There were two master suites, one upstairs and one on the main level, plus three more bedrooms. Plenty of room for a growing family and guests. The back yard had a pool with a childproof cover. There wasn’t a single thing I’d change about the whole place.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, feeling a little unsure of myself. It truly was the perfect home to raise a family. Carter would be happy here when he spent time with his daddy, but I couldn’t help feeling sad at the thought of being away from him and Weston. All alone in my apartment. It was hard to wrap my mind around it.
“We’ll take it,” Weston announced to the realtor, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“We?” I repeated.
“You didn’t think I was going to move into this place without you, did you?”
His shocked tone made me embarrassed to admit that’s exactly what I’d been thinking, but he realized it all on his own.
“Oh, beautiful. You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” he growled. “Fuck that, you’re not getting rid of me at all.”
