Chapter Eight
“Asurprisingly spacious beachfront for under a million.” Ada thought she did a decent Vanna White as she indicated the living room of the bungalow. She turned to Craig and Jack. “Am I good, or am I good?”
Two weeks had passed since his proposal, and they were looking for their first home together.
Jack, as always, was part of their plans.
She made a point of discovering what made a place “home” to her clients.
She had discovered over the past months that home to her was Craig and Jack. It always would be.
“Three bedrooms, one and three-quarter baths,” she said as they walked through the living room of the bungalow. “Smaller than Vincent’s clients demanded, but definitely not tiny. That’s why the price is so good. That, and it’s a short sale.”
The house was amazing. Enormous windows with views of the ocean. The vaulted ceilings made the room feel huge.
Jack tugged at Craig’s sleeve. “Can I go look at the beach?”
“Go ahead.” Craig motioned him to the French doors at the back of the house.
Ada walked into the open kitchen. “Nice layout. The bedrooms aren’t huge, but the location can’t be beat. What do you think?” If she didn’t know him as well as she did, she might have felt nervous asking the question. But she already knew the answer.
“I love it.”
“With the money I’ve saved and the equity from the sale of your townhouse and my condo as a down payment, the monthly payments will be more than manageable.”
He, of course, knew all of that. They’d talked about it before. She was repeating it mostly to make certain she hadn’t forgotten anything and wasn’t missing anything crucial.
“It’s perfect.” Craig took her hand as they stepped out onto the balcony.
“This is the best house ever.” Jack wrapped his arms around her middle.
Craig slipped his arm around her shoulders. “Do you know what will be the best part about this house?”
“What, Dad?”
“Yeah, what?” Ada echoed Jack’s question, a laugh in her tone.
“The best part is that we’ll all be here together. The three of us.”
Ada leaned into his embrace.
Jack grinned up at both of them. “All three of us. I like that.”
“So do I, little man.” Craig ruffled his son’s hair.
“So do I,” Ada said.
No matter the size or location of the place they eventually called home, it would be perfect because they would all be there together.