“You’ll move in next Friday,” he determines. “That gives you a week to pack and tie up anything you need to handle.”
“Okay.”
“We’ll hire a company to move your things,” Silas tells me.
“I don’t have much.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Evan responds. “We’ll handle it.”
I nod and dry my hands on a towel.
“I will see you guys in the morning. I’m exhausted.” I turn and head for the stairs, but Silas’s voice stops me.
“Tania.”
I glance back.
“Thank you.”
I smile. “You’re welcome.”
In my room, I close the door and lean against it, my pulse finally catching up to the decision I made.
I brush my teeth, wash my face, and then change into my pajamas. I crawl into bed and stare at the ceiling.
Next Friday, I move in with the Locke triplets. Renata is going to have a field day with this. She is the only person, besides Ben and my mom, that I can trust with the real details of my relationship with the triplets. I will ask them before I tell her, of course.
But I need to share all the thoughts racing around in my head with someone.
I close my eyes.
A year. I can do a year.
CHAPTER 4
Tania
Ben lets himself into the penthouse with his key.
I follow him through the entryway and look around in awe, not fully believing this will be my home for the next twelve months.
A woman in her fifties emerges from the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist. She’s short, about my height, and has dark hair streaked with gray, with reading glasses pushed up on her head.
She smiles at Ben like she knows him. “Mr. Dalton. Right on time.”
“Sandra.” Ben grins. “This is Tania.”
She does know him.
Sandra’s eyes land on me, warm and assessing. “Welcome. The boys told me you were moving in.”
The boys.That’s not how I’d describe them.
“Sandra runs the house,” Ben explains. “If you need anything, she’s your person.”
“That’s right.” Sandra wipes her hands on her apron. “The boys are all in the living room. They’re waiting for you.”
We follow her through hallways that open into a massive living space. Windows overlook the city. Leather furniture sitsarranged around a glass coffee table, and expensive art hangs on the walls.
