“Orchardist?” I echoed.
“Yeah, I want us to have an orchard,” Tommy said matter-of-factly. “We have a lot of berries, but we could try apples.”
“Can you even grow apples in Alaska?” I asked.
Tommy nodded. “Uh-huh. That and pears and cherries and more. I read about it.”
“You read about it?” I repeated, grinning. “That’s my guy.”
Just then, Elsa reached out and tapped my foot with hers. I glanced over.
“Adele all situated?” Her tone was casual.
“I dropped her off,” I said, maybe a little too quickly.
Elsa’s brows hitched up. “Your mom talked to her about the apartment. I think she’s going to stay there.”
“I can’t believe none of you guys have moved out there,” Haven said.
“You guys just moved out,” I pointed out. “Give it a minute.”
“You better make that move soon,” Asher added with a lifted brow.
“Okay, what doesthatmean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
Lincoln mirrored Asher’s brow waggle. “It means you like Adele, and it’s obvious to all of us.”
“Oh, come on—” I began.
“Itisobvious,” Tommy said, cutting in with a dry tone that sounded far older than his years. “For what it’s worth, I like her.”
We all swung to look at him. “Why does that matter?” I asked, wary.
“Because my opinion matters,” Tommy said without missing a beat.
Kendall chuckled. “He’s not wrong.”
“I was right about Elsa and Dad,” Tommy added with a little shrug.
“And me and Jude,” Kendall chimed in.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered, raking a hand through my hair.
“Language,” the entire room replied in unison, even Tommy.
With a sigh, I stood up. “All right. I’m going to bed.”
“You mean,” Lincoln said, smirking, “you’re going to claima room in the barn apartment?”
“Smart to move into the place where Adele might be staying,” Asher chimed in, his tone sly.
“That’s not—” I cut myself off. “You guys are exhausting.”
“That’s what siblings are for,” Haven called after me as I headed for the hallway.
I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t have a comeback, but because I was already turning over the idea in my mind.
That apartment had always felt a little too full of memories to sleep there again. But maybe now, for the first time, it could hold something else.
