MEGAN'S POV
“Ms. Pierce? Whenever you’re ready,” the real estate agent says, a warm smile in place as she holds the front door open.
Today's the day of my house inspection, and I step forward with Caitlin at my side and the twins glued to my hips, Maverick on the left, Makayla on the right.
The morning breeze carries the faint scent of ocean salt and cut grass from the hill behind the property.
The mansion's like something out of a magazine, there's wide stone steps, dark wood double doors, and a beautiful balcony.
We walk in.
Maverick stops dead in the foyer and his eyes widen like saucers. “Whoa.”
Makayla breathes out a tiny gasp. “It’s beautiful.”
The living room has high, wooden ceilings, large windows that let in plenty of natural light, and a stone fireplace. The furniture
