“Yeah, no problem. Fancy area.” His gaze lands on Murphy who finally ambles over and nods to my brother. “How’re they gonna feel about your hogs rumbling in and out of here at all hours?”

Z shrugs. “Guess we’ll find out.” He jerks his head toward the house next to the one we pulled up to. “Murphy and Teller will be right next door.”

“Hey, Murphy,” I call out. “Has Heidi seen the house yet?”

“Not yet. She’s coming down tomorrow after school.”

Alex shoots me a weird look and I glare at him in return. Obviously, he assumes the worst about Z’s friends.

“Z said you didn’t have a lot.” Murphy points at the truck bed. “Should we start unloading?”

“Yeah.” Z pulls a keyring out of his pocket. “Let me open up the place.” He clicks a button and one of the garage doors rolls up. Reaching out, he takes my hand and tugs me up the driveway. Chance is eager to get down and explore.

Once we’re inside the house, Z sets him down, laughing as Chance races around the sparsely furnished living room, bouncing on the thick carpet.

It takes a while to go through all three levels. We have enough guest rooms for several family members to visit at the same time and a huge playroom for Chance.

“This is my favorite part.” Z slides open a glass door and motions for me to follow him.

“Oh my God, the pool is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Z snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. “Wanna come home and find you sunbathing in a nice, tiny bikini every day.”

I snort and slap his arm. “My bikini days are way behind me.”

“Like hell they are.” He gestures toward the sliding glass doors and the privacy walls beyond. “Besides, who’s gonna see?”

When I still don’t answer, he gives me Z’s version of puppy eyes—a smoldering look that always makes me want to jump him. “Don’t you wanna make your man happy?”

“Yes.” I glance at the pool again. “Chance doesn’t know how to swim.”

“I figured.” He lifts his chin at the house next door. “We talked about finding someone to give the kids swim lessons.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea.”

“Until then, we’ll keep the door locked.” He leans down, brushing his lips against my cheek. “But come night time, I plan to be skinny-dipping with my girl.”

The low thrum of his voice has me ready to strip down and mount him right now. “Are you sure about that?”

He frowns but doesn’t have an opportunity to answer.

“Lilly, which one is your bedroom?” Alex calls out, annoyance vibrating through the words.

Z takes my hand and pulls me into the house. “I should be helping them.”