to accommodate a growing family, but none of them had felt…like ours.
“I do have a place that just went on the market in Beverly Hills,” Peter said as he handed over a printout of the house’s details. “But if you want to see it, we have to do it now. This place is a hot spot and won’t be available for long. Who the neighbors are alone will sell this place unseen.”
“What do you think, baby?” Jordan asked, skimming the paper in my hand over my shoulder.
With over twenty-thousand square feet, the house had six bedrooms and nine baths. I wanted a big home, but did we really need that much house?
Then I saw the address and handed the paper back to the real estate agent. “No thank you.”
Jordan frowned down at me. “You don’t even want to see it?”
I shook my head. “We don’t need that much space. Maybe we should give that place a mile from your mom’s house a second look.”
“You didn’t like the HOA woman who came over while we were viewing the house,” he reminded me. “If we bought that place and had to deal with her, you would murder her.”
I smirked. “The neighbors would thank me and then probably help me hide her body.”
Peter chuckled. “That has been a huge factor in everyone turning down that house. It’s perfect until Nancy comes over and starts snipping at potential buyers.”
I wondered if constantly being annoyed with Nancy was a better option than living at the Beverly Hills house. I mean, if Nancy did piss me off to the point I murdered her, would a jury really find me guilty once they knew the whole story?
Jordan pulled the paper out of Peter’s hand. “Let’s at least take a look,” he argued. “It’s in a great neighborhood, and Mia said the school district is good. It was why she picked—” He broke off when he saw the look on my face. Clenching his jaw, he turned to the real estate agent and shook his hand. “I’ll let you know if we want to view this property.”
“Let me know in the next few days. I seriously doubt it will be available by Monday.” He offered me his hand, but when I lifted mine to shake it, Jordan stepped between us.
“I’ll let you know,” he said in a tight voice. Putting his hand on the small of my back, Jordan turned me toward the SUV waiting for us at the end of the driveway.
The driver was quick to open the back door for us, and Jordan helped me inside before climbing in beside me. As soon as we were moving, he hit the button to put up the partition between the driver and us and pulled me onto his lap.
I cuddled close, feeling tired after the hours of viewing house after house.
Jordan gently grasped my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking into his eyes. “Want to tell me why you’re so against living in the same neighborhood as Mia?” he murmured.
“Not really.” I pushed his hand away and started to lay my head back on his shoulder, but he wasn’t going to allow me to avoid this particular conversation.
“Do you still think I have a thing for her?”
“I…don’t know,” I told him honestly.
His dark eyes softened. “The only woman I have ever been in love with is you, Arella. Mia and I have only ever been best friends. Nothing more.”
“The best friend you had sex with,” I reminded him in a voice tight with suppressed emotion.
Jordan released a heavy sigh. “Yeah, and I can honestly say it was probably the most awkward sex of my life.” He brushed his lips over my ear, making me shiver. “I’m going to tell you about this, but then can we please never speak about it again?”
I shrugged, unable to give him a verbal answer when I wasn’t sure I could make that promise.
Groaning, he tightened his arms around me. “Mia was in a dark place at the time. She’d just found out that the future she always had planned out wasn’t going to happen. With her knee so fucked up, she couldn’t dance professionally anymore, and it was breaking her. She came over to my house one night, and when I hugged her in an attempt to comfort, she kissed me. We were young and dumb, and things got out of hand. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t get off, because I did, but it