“Up or down?” I asked, stopping at the staircase,
“Let’s go up and check out the bedrooms, then see what’s downstairs,” Jake suggested. With that, we headed upstairs to the main bedroom.
“Damn,” I <b>said </b><b>as </b>we walked into therge bedroom. The bedroom was quickly three times the size of the one at theke house. This room is big enough to get one of the beds I’m always reading about on my e–reader, 1 grinned.
“Oh, and what kind of bed is that?” Josh asked.
“One that’s big enough for all of us. Like when we put the mattresses together at theke house, but only morefortably, and there will still be enough room for dressers. And look over there; that’s the perfect spot to set up a reading nook.” To the guys amusement, I was hurrying from one part of the room to another, pointing out where I would put things.
“She reminds me of a kid on Christmas morning, Mike said as the othersughed, but I ignored them, excited to explore.
“Oh, my, God,” I shrieked. There were <b>two </b>separate bathrooms. The bathrooms also had two massive walk–in closets with shelving and built–in shoe racks. I ran back to the bedroom and motioned for the guys to follow me, and they all trooped after me, making appropriate sounds of <b>approval </b>as I pointed out what I was the most excited about
We left the main bedroom and walked down the hallway to the rest of the rooms. They were allrge with attached bathrooms, and we would only need to repaint one of them. It must have belonged to a child because it was pink with <b>a </b>rainbow mural on one wall. <b>We </b>began making our way back downstairs, and when we got to the bottom floor, the guys perked up. There was a good–sized room full of gym equipment and a changing roomplete with showers. There <b>was </b>also a theater room with an old–fashioned po popper and arge mud room with a door that led to the backyard.
do you think?” I asked the others once we had looked at everything.
“What
k there is plenty of room for us. The only problem I see is <b>that </b>theundry room is down here.”
“I like it,” Drew said immediately. I think t
“I think I saw some hookups in the garage, Mike said. “It would be better <b>than </b>walking up and down three flights of stairs withundry baskets.
“I think that could work. Let’s look into it,” I said. We returned to the main floor and gave it one <b>more </b>look before heading outside. As soon as we opened the door, <b>Susan</b>, the realtor, came hurrying toward us, smiling. When she tried toy her hand on Patrick’s arm, he took a step away from her.
“Thank <b>you </b>for unlocking the house for us. We will be in touch once we decide what to do, Patrick told her, trying to keep his voice neutral. With that, we turned <b>as </b><b>a </b>group and made our way back to the SUV.
“Patrick, wait,” the realtor called after us. We all ignored her as we climbed back into the SUV. I stopped just <b>as </b>Patrick was helping me into the car and kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss with equal heat<b>, </b>and I giggled when he turned after helping me up. We all could see the <b>sour </b>expression on the realtor’s face, and when Patrick climbed back into the driver’s seat, Josh pped him on the back, chuckling.
“I can’t stand that woman; she’s the same age as my mother. I don’t know what she is thinking, Patrickins, shuddering. “You can bet I’m going to <b>say </b>something to my mom this time; she waspletely unprofessional and inappropriate today, I don’t want her to rmend that woman when she acts like that with ellents.
“Now, where are we going?” <b>I </b>asked as we pulled back onto the main road.
we got into town, Patrick
“I was thinking <b>about </b>heading into town and grabbing some lunch, Patrick said, and the rest of us quickly agreed. When we got in <b>drove </b>down the main street, and we checked out our options.
That ce looks pretty good, Jake said, pointing at a local pizza ce advertising a lunch special.
“We can keep that in mind. Let’s drive to the end of the street and see if anything else sounds good. <b>We </b>passed some fast food drive–throughs, a Chinese restaurant, <b>and </b>a family diner beforeing to the end of the street. As Patrick found a <b>ce </b>for us to turn around, the others began debating where to eat. I just sat back, waiting to see if they woulde to a decision. After several minutes I was pulled into the debate and sided withke saying the pizza ce sounded good.
Patrick found a parking ce about a block from the restaurant, and we all climbed out and walked up the street. We got a few looks, but I ignored them, and no one said anything. We <b>walked </b>into the restaurant and stopped at the podium. A waitress walking by with a pizza tray told us to sit wherever, and someone would be right with us. We found <b>a </b>booth big enough for all <b>of </b>us, and an older woman came by a few minutester, passing out
As I looked through the options, I realized <b>this </b>ce had a lot more <b>than </b>just pizza, and I was having trouble deciding between pizza or one of the
homemade pasta dishes. A few minutester, the waitress returned with a pitcher of iced water and sses and asked if we were ready <b>to </b><b>order</b>. We all
nodded, and Drew began by ordering a meatball sandwich. The twins got pizza, and Mike and Patrick chosesagna when she looked at me and
panicked for a minute, <b>still </b>trying to decide.
Love, you can try some of my pasta if <b>you </b>want pizza, <b>Patrick </b>offered. I nodded thanks and ordered pizza, only blushing slightly as the waitress promised our food would be out soon.