Page 77 of Trouble in Love
“Where is the house?”
“Long Island, silly.”
Feeling a sudden headache coming on, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Where on Long Island?”
“Mas …” She whispered, her voice utterly inaudible by the end.
“I can’t hear you, and you’re making me nervous.”
“Massapequa, it’s in Massapequa, right on the beach, its own private beach. It’s the house dreams and Taylor Swift albums aremade of, and Billy Joel is possibly your neighbor, though I’m not sure.”
“Billy Joel does not live in Massapequa.”
“Okay, so, he just looks a lot like him, then. But still, that’s exciting, right? It’s also slightly above budget, but Chris agreed you could swing it and that you’d love it and since your new wife is from the beach, I’m sure she will love it too … the beach!”
I sat silently, pondering my reply and listening to Anabela suck in some deep breaths. The money was terrifying, but Chris was the cheapest bastard I’d ever met, and it was in his best interests to make sure I had enough of it to pay his fee. Then I thought of Polly in her bikini.
“Until you mentioned Polly, I was about to threaten violence. But you’re right. She would like to be near the beach.” And I would very much like her in bikini on a private beach.My cock thickened in my pants, remembering the last time Polly and I fucked on the water’s edge.I could get used to that. “And you’ve already submitted an offer?”
“Maybe … definitely, yes, and it’s been accepted, and since it’s vacant, Chris helped me negotiate for you to lease the place until the sale closes, which means you can move in the day you come back to New York. I can even get some furniture ready. All you need to do is sign the contract, and it’s yours. Oh, and the same agent is positive they can find a buyer for your place in Brooklyn.”
It all seemed too easy.
“Is it really that simple?”
“It really is, which means it’s meant to be. The only thing I have left to do is call that bitch Clara and tell her she’s out on her ass, then get back to the agent so they can finalize it by the end of the day.”
“Today? Ana, I haven’t even seen the place.”
“Put me on speaker and check your email. I just sent you the listing.”
With a sigh, I did as ordered, placing Ana on speaker and opening my inbox. My heart almost stopped when I saw the price, but when the first pictures loaded, and then the next and the next, I was captivated. Cathedral ceilings. Hot tub and saltwater pool overlooking the beach, because you can never have too much water. White picket fence. It was perfect. I was sold.
“Send me the contract. I want it.”
“I already have!” Ana squealed, “Oh my god, Luca! We have a house on the beach!”
“I have a house on the beach, Ana,Ihave.”
“Whatever. Same thing.” Ana continued to babble about the superiority of the school district and the tan she would soon have, then added the less important stuff like the relatively short commute to both our training center in East Meadows and Belmont Park. But allIcould focus on was the beach and something Polly once said.That house on the beach with the white picket fence, and a probably perfect dog, four perfect babies …”
“Ana, you did good. Real good, and I’m happy you’re excited for us, and yourself, but I need you to shut the hell up and do me one more favor.”
“Luca, I’m here. I’m actually here in Manhattan.”
“I know. I’m here too!”
Actually, we were still at JFK, which was Queens, but Polly was the happiest I’d seen her in days. There was no way in hell I was correcting her. Rory, who had flown back with us alongsideTilly, seemed about to, though. Luckily, Tilly must have shared my thoughts. She placed her hand over her husband’s mouth and whispered what looked like a few stern words into his ear.
“Are you two sure you don’t want to stay at our place tonight? It’s a lot closer than Brooklyn.”
“To be honest, Tilly, I’m not sure. I’m positive I’d rather stay with you guys, but my mom and sister would kill me if I didn’t take Polly home to meet them. Besides, it’s just one night.”
Polly groaned and gripped even tighter onto my hand. “I wish you would tell me where we’re going after tonight. I hate surprises.”
“Well, I love the naughty ways you try to get the truth out of me, which means I may never tell you.”
“Dude,” Rory laughed, “Are you really that cool with getting freaky in your mom’s house?”
