Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

“Must be a Kagan trait.” She patted his chest as he held the car door open for her.

He shut her door after she got in and rounded the car. That was enough about Ian for one day. He had a house to fucking buy.

An hour later, he resisted the urge to shout “I told you so” to their realtor. The house in Hermosa Beach was nice enough. It just felt too stuffy. He was still a musician, for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t some

old timer with a fucking pipe. The house felt like Margo’s parents would approve of it, which made him immediately want to sprint back down the driveway to his car.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look at the second level?” Josie, their realtor, punched a number into the fancy padlock thing that hung on the front door and reengaged the locks.

“Nope.”

Margo slanted him a look.

“No, thank you.”

“What Simon means is we appreciate it, but it doesn’t really feel like us. We’re really excited to see the one in Santa Monica.”

Josie checked her phone discreetly before tucking it back into her purse. “I really think I could get you a better deal on this one.”

Simon resisted the urge to stomp his foot. “We’re not really worried about a deal. We want it move-in ready and more modern.”

Like the house in Santa Monica, dammit.

“The cleaning service is finished, so we can head over there now. I’ll be right behind you.”

When she got into her car, he let out a breath. “Finally.” Margo pinched him. “Ow, what was that for?”

“Stop being rude.”

“I’m sorry, I just know what I want.”

“What we want?”

“You know you’re just as in love with it as I am.”

Margo gave him a steely look and he let the subject drop.

The drive to the house was quiet, but once they arrived, her quick gasp of joy was all he needed to hear. He followed her gaze to the multi-level house tucked away in the trees.

Damn, it was beautiful. All those interesting windows and angles urged him forward to explore the space. “I told you—”

Margo slapped her hand over his mouth. “Just don’t.”

He shrugged and stuck his tongue out, brushing her palm. She let out a disgusted sigh before she scrubbed her wet hand down his pants. “Are you twelve?” She pulled a small packet of wipes out of her purse and cleaned her hands before climbing out of the car.

“No,” he muttered and got out after her.

But the vibe that had followed him ever since he’d opened the listing only got louder. He caught up to Margo and linked their fingers.

The property was lush and green with actual trees lining the front of the curb at the bottom of the long driveway. Triangular windows mixed with more traditional ones gave it an interesting front view. The way the stairs were tucked away along the side gave them privacy. And in their lives, privacy was more precious than even the open floor plan of the house.

They walked inside and the vaulted beam ceilings made the place feel huge. He could see right through the whole main living space to the backyard. He helped Margo down the stairs to the kitchen. The cabinets were warm and modern with frosted windows on a few of them. High-end appliances were appreciated even if he didn’t know how to use one.

He supposed he’d be learning with a baby to feed. Or maybe he’d just hire someone to take care of the three of them.

Combo nanny/housekeeper, maybe? Was there such a thing?

The house was split a little weird, but that made it more interesting. Stairs went up to the second level and another flight down into the main part of the house.