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There was more than enough room in the five bays. Only two had truly been used. One with the SUV I drove most often, and another for a truck I used around the property if I was working on a project. A couple of ATVs and a snowmobile were stored in the bonus space.
Doors slammed as everyone got out. Justin’s gaze immediately cut to the toys. “Are those yours?”
“Yup. Have you driven an ATV before?”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to.”
“Maybe we can take them out tomorrow once you’re all settled.” I glanced at Anna, who was scowling at the vehicles. “But you have to wear a helmet.”
“I don’t know if he’s old enough, and those don’t exactly look safe,” she argued.
The cage-like covering for the four-wheelers didn’t exactly inspire confidence. “I promise they are. I got the safest ones on the market. You could roll it a dozen times and not get a scratch.”
Anna’s eyes narrowed in my direction. “I don’t want him rolling anything.”
Justin leaned into his aunt with a grin. “I’ll be super careful, promise.”
“Sure, you will,” she grumbled.
I motioned them towards the garage’s entrance to the house. “Come on, let’s head inside.” I looked at Lyla, who seemed more nervous than I’d ever seen her. “You ready?”
She nodded but didn’t say anything. I waited while she caught up to me. “I know this is a new place, and new can sometimes be scary, but we can do whatever we need to make this feel like home, okay?”
“Are me and Justin gonna share a room?”
I paused. I hadn’t thought they would want to, but maybe I’d miscalculated. “I have you in rooms right next to each other, but we can change that.”
“No way,” Justin cut in. “Having our own rooms is great.” He seemed to catch himself as he took in his sister’s worried expression. “But you can come get me if you get scared, Ly.”
“Me, too,” Anna assured as she pulled the little girl to her side.
“There’s an extra bed in your room, too, if you want someone to sleep in there with you tonight.” I’d begged an emergency with a local interior designer to have her pull together the kids’ rooms in under a week. I remembered that Juliette had always wanted to have sleepovers when she was Lyla’s age, and I hoped having an extra bed in the girl’s room would make it that much easier for her to have friends over.
Lyla looked up at Anna. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
She grinned down at her niece. “Only if we can stay up past our bedtimes and eat cookies till we can’t move.”
Lyla’s mouth curved into a smile. “Snickerdoodles?”
“We’ll make them after dinner,” Anna assured her.