“We’re nine in total,” I answer the real estate agent. “Five adults, two kids, and two babies.”
Kelly Anne looks over at Riven Clark, who until half an hour ago was one of my favorite authors on the planet, and asks, “And you?”
“Seven, five adults and two kids,” he replies, in a low, deep voice that’s too sexy for his own good. I peek at him sideways. Gosh, he looks even better than in the pictures on the back of his book covers. Unruly dark hair, mysterious brown eyes, full lips, and a sexy, two-day stubble. Pity he turned out to be such a horrible person. Never meet your heroes; the saying was invented for a reason.
“For a grand total of ten adults, four kids, and two babies,” Kelly Anne summarizes.
“Safe to say we all agree we can’t fit both families in this house,” the great Ameri
