I shoot Meg a questioning look and she just shrugs and mouths “explain later.”
We exchange pleasantries, though my eyes are already everywhere. Arches, clean lines, a perfectly manicured walkway and yard.
“Well,” she says, clasping her hands and tilting her head, “I’m sure you’ll want to see the inside. The home has been fully renovated.”
I stop listening the moment she opens the door.
It’s my home. I know it instantly.
Which is absurd, because the house is massive. It shouldn’t feel welcoming. It shouldn’t feel like it’s been waiting for me.
But it does.
“I want to see the kitchen, the sun porch, and the primary bedroom,” I say, then add, “and the pool house.”
Meg laughs. “Priorities.”
Chapter fifty
Remy
I text Meg.
Where are you?
My phone rings almost immediately.
“She’s buying a house and it’s incredible,” Meg says, words tumbling out. “But can you get here and make sure she doesn’t overpay? I just texted you the address.”
I glance at Erik.
He grins. “Sounds like the Drops have a home to go to.”
This isn’t where I would have pictured Christianna living.
But now that I see it, I can’t imagine her anywhere else.
Elegant. Restrained. Timeless. Beautiful.
Like her.
We walk inside and find her in the kitchen with the realtor we used for the Opera House. Erik has already wandered off, muttering to himself about acoustics.
I head toward her.
She glances up, gives me a brief, questioning look, then returns to the paperwork.
“Oh, Mr. Robichaux,” the realtor says, surprised. “I didn’t realize you’d be joining us.” She peers around me. “Did you bring Mr. Leroux?”
I hide a smile at Christianna’s sharp look.
“He’s checking the acoustics,” I say. “He’ll surface eventually.”
I stop beside Christianna. “May I?” I ask, gesturing to the contract.
She hands it over without comment.
Right on cue, Erik appears, still muttering. “We’ll need a fence around the pool so the Drops don’t fall in.”
