“Hell, yeah. She’s officially moved in. She’s subletting her apartment until her lease is up.” Easton smiled. He’d never felt more content than he did now. Happy for a future with Harlow in it.

He saw her turn and smile at him, before her gaze shifted past him.

Easton glanced back and saw Eleanor leading Charles slowly across the restaurant. A young boy walked with them.

“Where’s the food?” Daniel asked.

Harlow held out a plate of oysters and cracked crab. The boy wrinkled his nose, then shrugged. He took an oyster, then took a second one.

He was wearing new jeans and a shirt, his hair brushed neatly.

Mrs. Carlson had been busy. She’d pulled lots of strings, and become a temporary foster parent for the boy.

“Easton.” Charles nodded.

The man was still pale, but doing well. His wife was bullying him into rest and rehab.

“Charles.”

“Harlow, that necklace is stunning.” Eleanor kissed her daughter’s cheek.

“Thanks, Mom. Dad, how are you feeling?” Harlow hugged him.

“Like I got shot.”

“Sit.” She helped him into a chair. “Now, I want you to meet Easton’s parents.”

Introductions were made. Easton’s mom and Harlow’s gushed.

“The Realtor came by today,” Eleanor told everyone. “We’re having an open house this weekend. He’s already had a lot of solid interest.”

“Good crib,” Daniel mumbled around a mouthful of crab. “Should get a good price.”

Easton smothered a smile, and saw Saxon roll his eyes.

“Vander,” Daniel said. “I wanted to talk to you. About coming to work for you.”

To his credit, Vander kept a straight face. “Finish school, kid. Then we’ll talk.”

The boy’s chest puffed up. “Deal.”

Vander’s cell phone rang. “I’ve got to take this.” He pressed the phone to his ear and stepped away.

Harlow pressed into Easton. She sighed.

“Good?” he asked.

She nodded. “Look.”

Their mothers were talking, his mother’s hands waving as she talked.

“You realize that they’re probably planning our wedding,” he said.

“I’ll be planning our wedding.”

“Will you?” He tilted his head. “You proposing?”

“No.” She leaned in. “I expect my hot, billionaire boyfriend to propose in style.”

He smiled. “Noted.”

Vander reappeared. “Rome, got a new job for you.”

Rome lowered his beer. “When?”

“In two days, Princess Sofia of Caldova is arriving. You’re her new bodyguard.”

“My God, I’ve seen her in magazines,” Harlow exclaimed. “She’s gorgeous. The perfect princess. Slender, elegant, strawberry-blonde hair. Cheekbones I’d sell my soul for.”

Rome’s face went blank. “Great.”

He didn’t sound very enthused.

Vander raised a brow. “Rome’s met her. He was her bodyguard in New York a few months ago.”