“No. They put aside down payments for whenever we wanted them.”
“Wow,” I breathed out. “I had no idea your parents were that flush.”
He laughed. “Baby, do you not know what my mom used to do?”
I frowned. “I thought she stayed at home while your dad owned successful shops.”
“Look up Mann Industries.”
I pulled my phone out and did a quick search, unable to stop a gasp as I read. “No fucking way.”
He chuckled.
Margaret “Maisie” Mann had once owned the number one sex toy company in the world. She’d sold it for an undisclosed amount twenty-five years ago, but still held fifteen-percent stock in the company and a place on the board.
“Your mom’s loaded.”
“Myparentsare loaded,” he corrected as we drove down Lakeshore, a coveted area in Felida. “She will brain anyone who tries to separate the money from Dad.”
“She doesn’t seem the type to even own a vibrator, let alone distribute them.”
“She did more of the marketing. Her first husband, Poppy’s dad, was the one who brainstormed that side of it until he died. She kind of had to figure it out after he passed but when she met Dad, she just wanted to be a wife and mom. So she did.”
“That’s amazing,” I breathed out.
“Yeah. My mom’s the bomb,” he said, pulling his truck into a raised driveway in front of a three-car garage.
My mouth fell open. “Oh my god, you’re on the water?”
“Don’t get too excited, Tate. The house needs a lot of work,” he warned, unlocking the front door, and stepping back for me to precede him.
I walked into a giant room with a panoramic view of the river and couldn’t stop a gasp. “Wow.”
“Rough, huh?”
“No, honey, it’s beautiful,” I breathed out. “I mean, yes, it’s rough, but it’s also incredible.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve got my uncle scheduled to start renovations next week, but I was wondering if you wanted to help me pick tile and flooring and shit. He said he could meet with us tomorrow at the flooring place to pick stuff.”
I spun to face him. “Really?”
“Yeah? Would you mind?”
“No! I’d love it. Are you kidding me? That would be so fun.”
“He thinks he can get everything done in about three or four weeks provided there aren’t any surprises, and we don’t move any walls.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I want to put hardwoods throughout so I’m gonna move back in with my parents during the worst of it.”
“Hopefully, they don’t find any surprises.”
“Fingers crossed.”
I grinned, looping my arms around his neck. “I have a really important question.”
“I have a very important answer.”
“Do you have a television?”
“Of course I have a television.”
