Page 48 of Her Daddies' Everything

“I’m almost thinking of moving further out of the city,” Jenner said.

“Guys! Guys! You can’t move because of me,” Maeve protested.

Immy turned to her. What was she talking about? Why couldn’t they move? Heck, it wasn’t like Immy particularly liked this place anyway.

And Maeve came first.

“Of course we can,” Jenner said, looking incredulous. “We’ll sell this place, buy a new one. Simple. We don’t even have to sell this one first.”

“Makes it easier.” Immy nodded.

“No, I mean, you shouldn’t sell your home just because . . . because I might find it, uh, hard to be here. I don’t feel that way about the house. It’s just the pool.”

Immy totally understood that. And it seemed Jenner did too.

“Good point,” Jenner said. “Make sure the new place doesn’t have a pool, Immy.”

“What’s going on?” Sampson asked, walking down the stairs and frowning at Gray.

“You can set me down,” Maeve told Gray.

“No. But we should get you in out of the sun.”

“Yes, yes, come in,” Immy said. Why were they all standing out here? She turned to Sampson. “We were just discussing moving to a house out of town with no swimming pool.”

Sampson nodded as they all walked into the house. “Good plan.”

“What? Sampson, it’s not a good plan,” Maeve protested. “You know what? I need to talk to Isaiah, he’s the only reasonable one of the lot of you.”

“Hopefully, he’s coming back tomorrow,” Sampson told her.

“So you have to stay until he comes back, right?” Immy said hopefully as they walked into the living room. “Sit. What can I get you? Coffee? Tea? Something stronger? Beer?”

“Coffee would be good,” Gray said. “Black. No sugar.”

“Right. A tough man’s drink. Got it,” Immy said with a firm nod.

Maeve giggled as he settled on the sofa with her on his lap. Immy knew how everyone else took their coffee.

When she had everything set out on a tray, she heaved it up and walked into the living room to hear Sampson questioning Gray about Maeve.

Uh-oh.

She couldn’t imagine that Gray was going to take that well.

“Oh good, I made it back in time for the inquisition,” Immy said cheerfully.

Jenner jumped up and took the tray from her, setting it on the coffee table, and she gave him a grateful look.

“So, have you asked Gray about his intentions? I mean, he already proposed.” She handed Gray his coffee and Maeve a glass of chocolate milk.

“That wasn’t a proper proposal,” Maeve told Immy. “He’s going to do better.”

“Apparently,” Gray said.

“Cookie?” Immy held out a plate of snickerdoodles.

“You’re spoiling her,” Jenner said to Immy.

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