Page 286 of Sin Bin

The double-height foyer was a jaw-dropper. A beautiful modern chandelier dangled from the ceiling. Dual staircases rose to the second floor and were joined together by a wrought-iron balcony.

As Meadow looked around, her mouth ran dry. She was nearly too stunned to speak.

Logan was watching her carefully. “First impression?”

“In a word? Wow.”

He tried without success to hide his smile.

The expansive foyer extended before them, with high archways opening to either side into a huge living room and a spacious formal dining room. The gleaming floors were a combination of cherry hardwood and Italian marble.

The tour progressed to a massive chef’s kitchen that would rival any found in a five-star hotel. Top of the line appliances. Glistening black marble countertops. An impressive butler’s pantry.

Meadow turned in a slow circle, feeling Logan’s watchful gaze.

“In case you couldn’t tell, we’re really close to your job. Ten minutes, tops.”

“I noticed.” She sighed.

He grinned. “We’re also close to Cherry Creek’s high-end shopping and restaurants. And Hunter lives not too far from here.”

“Oh, I see,” she teased. “Since Reid and Viggo will be neighbors, you and Hunter have to follow suit?”

“Sure, why not?”

She chuckled, leading the way out of the kitchen. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but how big is this house?”

“Nine thousand square feet,” Logan said casually. “Lots of room for six children to spread out and play.”

A twist of yearning tightened her chest. When she gave him the side eye, he laughed.

“I’m just saying. It’s a big house.”

She humphed. “A little too big, if you ask me.”

“Not for six children.” When he smiled at her, another spear of longing shot through her heart.

As they walked slowly around, she took in the exquisite crown moldings, high-end light fixtures, plantation shutters and custom wall finishes. Everything was luxurious without being ostentatious and over the top.

There was a climate-controlled wine cellar, great room, billiards room, library and study. At the back of the house, soaring windows revealed an Italianate terrace overlooking a guest cottage, pool house and an infinity pool with a rock waterfall.

Meadow’s breath caught at the panorama of green acres stretching to the treeline. “So much land,” she marveled, staring out the window.

“Ten acres.” Logan’s deep voice tickled a warm path down to her neck. “Plenty of lawn space for kids to run off excess energy. Hell, they can each have their own tricked-out tree house. I could even install an ice rink back there.”

Meadow laughed. “Really, Logan? An ice rink?”

“Why not?” He nipped her ear. “What hockey-playing kid wouldn’t love to have his very own ice rink in his backyard?”

“Assuming any of your kids play hockey. They might have other interests.”

“Bite your tongue, woman.”

She laughed. “No ice rink. It’ll spoil the natural beauty and splendor of all that land.”

“We’ll see,” he grumbled.

They went up the winding wrought-iron staircase to investigate the second floor. Occupying the entire east wing was a master suite fit for royalty. It had a private balcony, fireplace, two enormous walk-in closets and a dramatic spa bathroom with heated floors.

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