Fallon
“I’m sorry — I must’ve blacked out for a second. Did you say you live here?”
Mia’s voice echoed through the grand foyer, her eyes as wide as I’d ever seen them as she turned in a slow circle. Her gaze swept over the sleek marble floors, the towering glass windows, and the kind of minimalist design that screamed old money and impeccable taste.
I tried — really tried — not to laugh. “It’s not that impressive.”
Mia spun toward me, her jaw dropping. “Fallon. There is a chandelier bigger than my entire apartment hanging above my head right now.”
“Okay, maybe it’s a little impressive.”
“A little?” she hissed. “You married Batman. Do you have a secret lair? Please tell me there’s a secret lair.”
“No lair,” I said, biting back a smile. “But there’s an indoor pool.”
She stared at me,
