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“You made it!” he exhaled in relief. “I was starting to think you got lost.”
“I was chatting with Lyndon, and frankly, you guys left a bit of a mess behind,” I chided him.
“We have cleaners going through,” Kai said defensively. “We wouldn’t leave it like that for the new owners.”
I kissed his cheeks gently. “I know. Honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to leave, knowing it was the last time I was going to be in there.”
Kai paused at the pillared stoop and eyed me in his usual worried way. “Do you regret it?”
“What? No! We needed a house. The penthouse’s function was outlived. This is much better for all of us.”
“And maybe more of us one day?” Kai asked shyly.
I rubbed my nose against his. “Oh, I don’t know. You three pretty much wear me out. I’m not sure how many more of you I can handle.”
Kai balked, but Paxton whooped from the doorway. “You’re such a brat,” he told me.
“I learned from the best,” I replied, sashaying up the stone steps to kiss him on the lips. His hands encircled my ass, and he pulled me against him. “Hey, what are the chances that the kitchen is going to be unpacked tonight? I’m starving.”
“Nah, no cooking on moving day,” Lincoln declared, joining us in the foyer. “We’re going out.”
“Works for me,” I agreed, stepping aside as the mover shuffled down one side of the twin staircases.
“I just realized how much this place looks like my villa in Italy,” Lincoln declared, standing back to take in the front. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“Huh,” I commented. “Maybe. For all our sakes, I hope the railings are sturdier.”
“Oh, come on…” Paxton groaned.
“What? Too soon?” I asked innocently. “Actually, speaking of faulty railings…”
“Yeah, I heard,” Lincoln interjected quickly, shooting the others a look. “We weren’t sure if you wanted to know about it.”
“Are you talking about Richard Crossman?” Kai asked in his usual oblivious way.
“Yeah,” Paxton sighed. “I didn’t want to bring that up today.”
“Of course I want to know about it. That monster is going to be in prison for the rest of his natural life. Good to know that poisoning through the mail carries a life sentence.”
“Don’t mess with the feds,” Lincoln offered lightly.
“Don’t mess with Silverpiece, either,” Paxton growled protectively. “Or our girl.”
I flashed them a sad smile.
“I’m glad that Billy is getting the psychological help he needs,” I added, thinking of the poor kid who had been dragged into doing Richard’s bidding. “He didn’t deserve jail time.”
“Your heart is too big sometimes,” Paxton chided me. “I wouldn’t mind seeing him rot in prison.”
“Not everyone belongs in prison,” I insisted. “But we can definitely celebrate Crossman being in there tonight.”
“Why don’t you go get dressed? We have reservations for six,” Lincoln said, briskly changing the subject.
“We do?” I replied, confused. “When did this happen?”
“We don’t need you to do everything for us, you know?” Paxton teased, slapping my bottom. “We can handle dinner reservations.”
“Good to know!” I replied with faux cheer.
