“Cause my dad said you have more money than God and living in a quiet cul-de-sac five bedroom house in a gated community in Dallas is probably roughing it for you. Nana Prue said you probably live in a mansion.” It was evident the girl was reporting verbatim information she eavesdropped on.
Olivier laughed at Lark, “well, I don’t own a mansion. When I’m working here in Houston, I stay here at this hotel. When I’m in London or New York, I have a condo I stay in. I don’t have a house but I’m hoping Bobbie, Max and Ollie are going to let me share their home so I can be part of their lives every day.”
“Wouldn’t you rather live in a mansion?” Lark clearly thought he was nuts.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I heard there is a pretty cool set of treehouses in the backyard which connect with a b
