We drove into the Cherry Creek neighborhood, and I let out a quiet whistle. “Holy crap, Snarl, there isn’t a home under a million dollars around here.”
“There is, you just have to know where to look.”
He pulled into the driveway of the cutest little bungalow, next to a newer Lexus, and Snarl cut the engine.
“This is adorable,” I breathed out.
“Yeah, it’s nicer in person,” he said. “The owner just died, and I guess she took out a mortgage on it and then stopped paying it. It went into foreclosure, but she just let it go, because what the fuck did she care? She was dyin’, she didn’t have any family, and she decided to spend whatever money she got from the loan to travel out her last days.”
I gasped. “Really?”
“Apparently.” He slid out of the truck and made his way to my side to help me.
“How did you find all of this out?”
“My brother.” He chuckled. “He keeps his finger on the pulse of real estate in the area.”
“Hey, Snarl,” a feminine voice called out.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Snarl took myhand and led me toward the house.
A tall, drop-dead gorgeous brunette stood on the porch, her stylish white, wide-legged pants falling artfully to show just enough of her perfectly fitting peep toed, denim wedges that matched her blue gingham button down shirt, showing enough cleavage to reveal she had a body to entice, and I didn’t like it.
I didn’t like it one bit.
“Megan, meet Lennon,” Snarl said, and I gave her a tight smile as I shook her hand.
“Hi.”
Megan smiled warmly, but she stared at my man like she wanted to lick every inch of his body.
I squeezed his hand and stepped closer to him.
“Right, let’s have a look, shallwe?” Snarl said, squeezing my hand back.
Megan led us inside, and I bit my lip. The place was gorgeous. I mean, it was a bit of a wreck, but nothing that some paint and new flooring couldn’t fix.
“Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and an unfinished basement. It’s just under two-thousand square feet, but if you finish the basement, you’ll add another thousand. It’s on half an acre, which is unheard of, so you could add on.”
“Yeah, Rocky mentioned,” Snarl said.
“It goes on the market next month, so if you want it...”
“Got it,” Snarl said. “Right, we’ll have a look around, yeah?”
“I can show you,” Megan offered.
“I think we’ve got it.” He smiled at me. “We’ve got it, right, baby?”
I grinned up at him. “Definitely.”
With Megan successfully dismissed, we continued our self-guided tour, ending in the primary bedroom, where Snarl wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off my feet. “We could totally make a baby in here.”
I looped my arms around his neck. “You wanna make a baby with me?”
“I wanna make a hundred babies with you.”
I laughed. “Well, maybe we start with one and go from there.”
