I should have insisted on a tad more input with the real estate agent and the house hunt. Between Hayden and Liam, I'd soon be living in the lap of luxury on the Upper East Side with the old money. Neither one of them could do anything understated.
We'd spent the entire day riding around in the back of some old lady's Benz. She and Hayden had bonded in the front seat, Liam was driving me insane talking about amenities, and I really wished I was home with Tripp, playing on the floor. He'd lucked out and got to stay with Hayden's mom.
The houses passed by the windows, and I wondered what the hell either of them was thinking. I could barely afford a cottage in these neighborhoods, much less a four-bedroom house. "Can you show us something in a middle-class neighborhood, by chance?" It was
