“Well, that’s the last of it.” Owen dumps a final bag of ice into the cooler and stands back to study his work.
“Thanks, dude.” I thump one hand against his shoulder.
“’Course.” He grabs a bottle of beer from the cooler, twists off the cap, and offers it to me, then grabs another for himself. “This place is insane, man. Nicely done.”
Pride warms me and I tip my chin as we both survey the estate spread out before us. “Thanks.” The Mediterranean-style house with white stucco and an orange tile roof came on the market a few months ago, and even though it’s more space than we need, I convinced Ana to come and see it.
We’d been living together in my condo, which was great, but I still wanted more space, and a backyard where Hunter could eventually play. We arranged for a private showing wit
