Van walks further into the room, taking it all in. “Your client’s going to love this.” I clear my throat, nervous for the first time. “I’m the client, amore mio.” Van whips around. “What?” I walk down the three steps at the door toward him. “It’s ours. All of ours. I had this added on for you and Evie.” It was just a bunch of rooms grouped together. When I bought the house, I had them knock it all down and build their dream library. “Holy shit,” Van whispers. “Ours?” “As long as Evie loves it, then yes.” “She’ll love it,” Van says, pulling me into a hug. “When are you going to tell her?”
