I let that thought drift away. Easton stared at me expectantly. He must’ve asked me a question, but for the life of me, I didn’t have a clue what it might be.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you want to see the bedrooms? Most of the condos only have two or three bedrooms. This one has four, a big plus if you ask me. You’ll each have your own room.”

The luxury of my own space wasn’t lost on me.

He grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway, as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. He moved to the first open doorway. “This bedroom and the one at the end of the hall have en-suite bathrooms. The two bedrooms in the middle share a bathroom, which would be perfect for the kids.”

“My own bathroom?” I’d been sharing one bathroom with Junie and the kids for a little too long.

“Yeah, with a big soaking tub.” He winked at me and ran his gaze hungrily down my body and back up again. I shivered and hugged myself, following him into the spacious though not overly large room. The bathroom was all black granite and white tile with a walk-in tiled shower and a large jetted bathtub. I’d spend hours in there with a good book or, even better, a good man.

My gaze slid to Easton, who had his back to me. He turned and caught me gawking at him. I turned away quickly, but he had to see the longing in my eyes.

~~Easton~~

Moving Caro and Co. to the condo across the hall was a stroke of genius. I’d have all the time I needed to assess the situation and figure out a game plan.

I’d seen a few things that disturbed me and raised red flags. My son was shut down and closed off, for one, and my daughter directed a large amount of anger toward her mother. I remembered how much I’d blamed my mom after my dad had died. If only my mom had insisted my dad not pick up that extra shift instead of telling him the family could use the money since Christmas was coming. My misplaced anger had been unfair to her, but anger was one of the stages of grief.

Hailey was running up and down the hall with Heath hurrying after her. He was actually smiling. They’d both claimed their rooms and were planning all sorts of kid stuff.

I handed Caro one set of keys and Junie the other.

“I have a game tonight, but I got a few guys together to move you in tomorrow.”

“I’ll need to assess what can be moved from storage and what can’t.”

“I’m sure you’ll do that. Does noon give you enough time?”

“Beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll make it work.”

Junie threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. If you ever need anything, I’m a fantastic baker. Let me know.”

“You can bake for me anytime.”