Asher pushes off the car. “Great. That’s a yes.”
“What?” He hops up on the path leading up to the front door of the house. “I didn’t say yes.”
“You did. You did it with your eyes.”
“You drive me insane.”
He just laughs easily at that, his hand moving through his thick, wavy, sandy brown locks. “I’ll see ya on moving day. Thursday, right?”
Why do I tell him things?
“Fine.” He looks pleased with himself as I move around to the driver’s side of my car. “But we need to meet before to discuss some ground rules.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves over his shoulder. “Drive safe. Text when you get there.”
“Asher, I’m serious.”
His large hand waves me off again as he rushes up the walk, and I climb behind the wheel.
What the hell did I just do?
I pull up to the address given to me by Viv and stare in awe for just a minute from my windshield. No way this is the right house.
I mean, shit, I grew up in a bigass home like this one, but we were a family of six in the ‘burbs. This is supposed to be where we live to attend college.
Jesus.
I check the address again just to confirm, and yep, this is the place. It has to be worth close to a million, but the Crenshaws are worth far more. I guess Viv’s dad spared no expense on setting his baby girl and grandson up.
The house is on the outskirts of town and about five miles from campus. I lock my car and grab the duffle bag from my passenger seat, slinging it over my shoulder as I walk to the front door and ring the doorbell.
A moment later, Vivienne answers the door. I expect her to invite me in, but instead I’m met with her hand on my chest shoving me backward as she walks outside with me and closes the door behind her.
“Sebastian is napping. Luckily, you didn’t wake him with the bell.”
She’s wound so fucking tight. “Sorry. You should have sent a text.”
“He just fell asleep. Our day started at six this morning to meet the movers.” Her eyes slide to my bag, and she looks confused. “Is that all you brought?”
“Nah. The rest is out in my car, but I don’t need much.” I nod behind her at the house. “This is really the place your dad got?”
She looks slightly uncomfortable now, crossing one arm over her waist and grasping her other elbow. “Yeah, it’s a lot.”
I shrug. “Nothing we aren’t used to, I suppose. And Sebastian.”
“Yeah. I guess.” She’s gnawing on her bottom lip now, and I can see the worry ever-present on her face. “I just don’t want him to grow up spoiled.”
I laugh. “Kinda too late for that.”
She rolls her eyes and huffs. “That’s nice.”
“He’s a good kid. You have nothing to worry about.” I adjust the bag on my shoulder again. “So, can I come in or what?”
“Not yet.” Shit. “Since you’ve been conveniently busy since the wedding, we still need to go over some ground rules.”
Fuck, I was hoping she was kidding about that. Now it’s my turn to huff as I drop the bag on the stone porch and take a seat on the top step. “Let’s hear it.”
Even though it’s moving day, Viv isn’t dressed in sweats or even a t-shirt like normal people. She’s dressed in a black and white button-down and jeans, complete with heels. I wonder if she wakes up this way—with her makeup and hair polished perfectly, manicured nails. She takes a seat next to me, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. “I want this to work. Baz loves you, and I think it will be good for him, but . . .”
I turn to look at her, wearing my very casual aforementioned sweats and tee. Ready for a day of rearranging shit where she wants it and unpacking my own stuff. “But what?”
“He’s little, and he looks up to you.”
“It’s a little too late to worry about me rubbing off on him, isn’t it?”
She looks out in front of us and away from me. Definitely has a problem being authoritative. “It’s not that. No parties.”
I try not to laugh at her but fail. “Got it. I know it’s not a fucking frat house.”
“You’re a young guy in college, I’m sure there will be an urge to throw a party.”
“I actually never understood that. Why the fuck would you want to trash where you live?”
I see her process that and then seem to accept my answer. “Okay.”
“What else you got for me?”
I’m actually enjoying this. Viv is wound so fucking tight, and I’m fairly laid back unless either of my brothers are brought up. We’re very different people. “This will be your home for at least a year, so naturally you can have guests.”
The way she says this lets me know she’s talking about female guests in particular, but I can see her squirming, which, of course, I also enjoy. “Alright. Cool.”
She sighs, and I can tell she’s pissed I’m making her actually say it. “You can have women over, but they can’t be here in the morning when Sebastian wakes up. And you need to be in your room with the door locked.”
This time I do laugh.
“It’s not funny, Asher.”
I laugh again. “Got it. No fucking in the living room or on the stairs.”
She rolls her eyes, already tired of me. “It could scar him.”
“Or teach him mad skills.”
Again, her eyes roll. “Asher . . .”
“Okay. I got it, Viv. Look, I love the kid too. I’m not going to do anything to hurt him.”
She finally turns to look me in the eyes. “I know you do. That’s why I agreed to this, but I know you. We went to the same school, and even if I was in the class ahead of you, I heard plenty about you.”
Yeah, I was a little wilder than Colt. And I may have even been worse than Linc, but I’ve matured a little. Still, I’m no saint. “I’ll follow your rules. No problem. And believe me, you giving me an excuse to not have chicks stay the night and play house the morning after is not a deal-breaker.”
“You’re disgusting.”
But she’s smiling. She doesn’t mean it. “Can I move in now?”
She stands up, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a brass key. When I also stand, she hands it to me. “Yes. I’ll give you the tour.”
I follow her inside the massive home and let out a whistle as I look around the open floorplan. We start at the large foyer with a staircase heading down to the left and one heading up to the right.
I follow her up the stairs, taking the moment to notice her very nice ass that I’ve never had time to study before. Not large, but both cheeks a decent palm full, and it looks firm in those jeans.
We reach the top, and she motions with one finger to her lips for me to be quiet when we approach the first bedroom. Her voice is a whisper when she pushes the door open slightly to show me a room with dark blue walls and my nephew fast asleep on his stomach in his red racecar bed. “Baz’s room.”
I nod as she quietly closes the door and then gestures for me to follow her to the next room. It’s huge with beige walls and a large, king-sized sleigh bed with an attached master bathroom. “This is my room.”