Beckett nods. “Every single one. Even shared it with Livy. Remember, babe?” he asks, grabbing her attention.
Liv gives me a kind smile.
“Savannah wrote an essay for the Langfield scholarship severalyears ago.” He eyes me. “You wrote about your hope for a fresh start. You were all on your own at eighteen and you were determined to create a life greater than what you had in Vegas. Talked about how your father had abandoned you at a young age. Liv had a similar experience. You had us both in tears.”
Camden shakes his head in wonder. “Wow, so you wouldn’t have moved here if not for Beckett. Guess I should thank you for introducing me to my future wife.”
“Oh god, don’t get him started,” Liv moans.
Beckett chuckles. “I’ve been known to make a match or two.”
“Dad,” Addie groans. She loops her arm through mine and drags me away from her parents.
“Sorry. I’ll be right back,” I call. “Addie,” I hiss, “that was rude.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please, my dad will be talking about his latest match—a.k.a. you and Camden—for the next twenty minutes. I just saved you. And as a thank-you, you can give us the tour.”
As I take my friends from room to room, I fall even deeper in love with the place.
Josie calls dibs on one of the guest bedrooms, and Addie argues that if she’s this close to her parents’ house, she should just stay there. Then Addie claims it for herself. I laugh at them both. The house has seven bedrooms. They can each have one, and we’ll still have plenty of rooms for kids.
When we finish the tour, we return to the kitchen to find everyone around the island, snacking. I sneak in beside Camden and pluck a cracker from a tray on the island. “I really can’t believe this is our house.”
Camden presses a kiss to my forehead and picks up a cracker for himself.
“Speaking of homes,” Addie says, biting her lip.
“Oh, right.” I perk up and swivel toward her. “Are you moving into the Bolts building now that you’re on staff?”
She groans. “Ha. No. Though the hockey boys would probably be easier to keep in line than my new roommates.”
I frown. “Who are your new roommates?”
“That’d be me,” Winnie says as she sidles up next to her sister, grinning.
“Yup, and me,” Hope says, bouncing her daughter on her hip.
I look between the three of them. “What?”
Liv joins us and drapes an arm around her daughters’ shoulders. “Yup. My girls are going to do what my friends and I did.”
“Huh?” I’m so confused.
“My parents are moving out of their house,” Addie explains.
Cam nearly chokes on his cracker. “You’re giving up the brownstone?” he asks Beckett.
“It’s too much space for us,” Liv explains. “The twins have already left for college again, and Winnie doesn’t want to live with her lame ole parents anymore.”
Winnie sighs, her shoulders drooping. “That’s not what I said, Mom.”
“No,” Liv says. “You told me you were going to start looking for a place, but it doesn’t make sense for you and the boys to move out. They’re comfortable in the brownstone. Why disrupt that?”
“It’s settled,” Beckett says, eyeing Addie.
“It’s going to be great,” Liv tells her. “Just you wait and see. And it’ll be good for Vivi.”
“Vivi?” I ask. I’ve met Gavin Langfield’s daughter at a few family events, but I’m not sure what she has to do with Addie’s new living arrangements.
