Page 152 of Sin City Lights

But the showstopper was a long three-lane lap pool, cobalt water shimmering.

She pulled on Adam’s sleeve, excitement making her want to jump up and down.“The pool!”

He nodded, smiling.“The pictures made it look much smaller.”

Barbara tipped her head.“Will this be adequate?”

Adequatewas an understatement. This place was a near copy of his penthouse, except it was on land and had a finished five-car garage.

“It has a lot of pluses,” Adam said smoothly.

“What are the minuses?” Barbara challenged.

“The lack of a second floor and the price.”

“Adding on shouldn’t be a problem, and we can work on the price. The owner is motivated. Would you like me to put a contract together?”

Adam looked down at Eve, eyes sparkling.“What do you think?”

Happiness burst within her.“I think you’ve found yourself a house.”

He kissed her hand.“Not just a house, Eve. It’s a home.”

Chapter 21

Eve

“Is it thick enough?”

Jannie looked over Adam’s shoulder, critically eyeing the steaming saucepan as he turned off the burner and removed the boiling oats from the stove.

He swung around to empty its contents into a bowl. His rolled-up sleeves allowed Eve a delicious view of his muscular forearms. He wore a white apron with a Norwegian flag across the front, courtesy of Jannie. Underneath the red flag with a navy-blue Nordic cross bordered in white was embroidered,Not only perfect, but Norwegian too!

Eve truly agreed with that. Jannie had gifted all her siblings the same apron, but Eve thought Adam wore it best.

She placed another plate and glanced around the cozy kitchen, where four Larssen siblings and one very sharp-eyed grandmother were bustling about, preparing breakfast.

The moment he’d renewed their contract, Adam had asked her to join him on the annual family trip to Norway. They’d flown to Oslo on Friday, on the G550, the entire Larssen clan plus Rolf. Saturday morning breakfast was a huge production, Eve had learned, all of them participating, and she was loving every moment, enamored with the family, fascinated by their group dynamic.

All her life, she’d dreamed of being part of something like this. Especially wonderful was meeting Adam’s grandmother, sharp as a tack and still ruling the roost at seventy-two.

Eve watched in amusement as the old woman narrowed steely blue eyes at Jannie.

“Adam knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t need you hovering over thehavregqrøt.”

“Remind me, Bestemor, who was the only one of us who burnedit?” Jannie shot back.“Oh, yes, that’s right, it was this guy!” Lowering her voice, she muttered,“The man can fly a jet but can’t manage simple oatmeal.”

Ian chuckled, hand on a white cloth over a crisp bread loaf, and pointed with a serrated knife.“You’ll never live that down, Ug.”

“It was one time,” Adam told Eve, amusement glinting in his eyes.“I was twelve.”

Jannie poked his shoulder.“Old enough to know better.”

Ian raised an eyebrow at her, motioning with his chin to a bowl of eggs.“You have all those to crack. Get to it.”

She placed protective hands on her belly, now gently rounded.“That’s Erik’s job now. The smell of raw eggs makes me sick.”

Ian sawed at the loaf.“Raw eggs have a smell? Who knew?”

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