Page 49 of Property of Grifter
On the main end of the house is the master suite.Hell, suite doesn’t even cover it.It’s a whole damn kingdom.The ensuite bath has a soaking tub that could fit two, maybe three if we got creative and a shower which could hold four and has multiple shower heads.I nudge Georgia, grinning.“Think we could have some fun here?”
She blushes bright red.“Griffin,” she chastises quietly, but that smile on her face says everything.
We pass through the middle section of the house and that part of the hall leads to four bedrooms with Jack-and-Jill bathrooms connecting them in pairs.Perfect for guests, or someday kids.My heart pounds with that thought.I never really imagined having kids.Now that Georgia is in my life, I want it more than anything.
Then, at the far end, the realtor opens the door to the mother-in-law suite.I throw an arm around Nana’s shoulders.“Now this, Nana… this could be your spot.And if this is the one, we’ll rename it the Hot Nana Suite.”
She pats my cheek, eyes twinkling.“You’re a sweet talker, aren’t you, Griffy?”
I wink at her.“Only when I mean it.”I’m rewarded when her response is to cackle so loud that the happy sound fills the house.
We move to the kitchen that has a massive island, all open to a huge family room.There’s a formal dining area off to the side, open but defined.I can already see Christmas dinner here — Georgia’s laugh, Nana’s stories, my brothers from the club, and mine and Georgia’s kids.It will be chaos, but the best kind imaginable.
Off the kitchen there’s a walk-in pantry and another door leads into a huge utility room.The washer and dryer are tucked in with rows of built-in storage.There’s a side door with a walkway that is all windows that connects to a garage so big you could host a car show in it.
Georgia runs her fingers across the counter, her eyes soft.
“Baby,” she says quietly.“This place looks so expensive.And there’s all that land out back too…”
I grin.“Sweetheart, your old man’s got bank.I’ve been putting back most of my pay for years.Plus, now that the garage at the club’s taking off, business is good.We don’t have to worry about money.This isn’t just a house.This is our forever home.It needs to be perfect.”
Her eyes glisten, and before I know it, she’s hugging me tight.“I love you,” she whispers against my chest.
I press a kiss to her hair.“I love you too, baby.”
The realtor takes us into an office, then the den.There’s a door at the back of the house that opens into a sunroom.It’s all glass and light, that catch the stars at night.“I thought this would be perfect for your studio, baby,” I tell her.
She just stands, looking around, silent with a hand over her mouth.
“You could paint here and see the stars while you work.”
She turns to me with tears in her eyes again.“It’s perfect.”
When we circle back to what will be Nana’s suite, she’s grinning like she already owns it.The room’s got its own fireplace, a cozy sitting area with a little bar — sink, coffee maker, even a mini fridge.The bathroom attached is almost as impressive as the one Georgia and I will have.
“Okay, Nana.Let me have it.What do you think?”I ask, a little nervous.If she doesn’t like it, then it’s out.I’m not sure there’s another house of this caliber close to the club.That will mean I may have to just buy property and build a home.I’m okay with that, but it’s going to take much longer than I want to get settled.
“This is it,” she says, eyes shining.“This is our forever home.Everything we’ve seen is perfect.Plus, there’s a pool out back!I can have pool parties and invite that sexy Candyman over.If lady luck is shining on me, I might even talk him into skinny-dipping.”
“Nana!”Georgia gasps, laughing.
“What?I’m old, darlin’, not dead.”
I can’t help it — I’m laughing loudly.“You’re perfect, Nana.So, we’ve decided then?”I question, looking between my two favorite women.
Georgia and Nana look at one another, then nod in unison.That’s it for me.It’s a done deal.
I turn to the realtor.“Get the paperwork started.Don’t let anyone else get it.”
“I’ll have my assistant get the paperwork started now and I’ll call them with the offer, too,” she says, already pulling out her phone as she steps outside to call.
Once she leaves, Nana stretches out on what will be her bed, sighing happily.“Can we stay tonight?”
Georgia chuckles.“I don’t think it works that way, Nana.”
“Fiddlesticks,” she huffs.
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.“Don’t forget, you’ve got another poker lesson at the club tonight,” I remind her.
