Page 122 of The Bachelor

Oaklyn

I know. I wish you could come home.

See what I did there? ;)

Me

Seeing you call it that … sexy as fuck.

Oaklyn

<3

How’s work?

“Hey,” I heard my sister say from my doorway, “got a second?”

I slowly glanced up from my phone, making sure my expression stayed as aloof as possible. “Sure.”

She closed the door and took a seat in front of my desk. “Sooo…” As she crossed her legs, a sly grin crawled over her face. “How was the realtor?”

My sister was fucking relentless.

If I wasn’t trying to hide my relationship with Oaklyn, maybe I wouldn’t be so annoyed by her question. But the excuse-slash-lie that I’d given my sister a few days ago wasn’t going to be a conversation starter.

I pointed at the pile of files on my desk. “I’m drowning in work, and I’ve got court in two days, which I’m sure you know—you know everything.” My gaze narrowed. “Sooo,” I mocked, “discussing a situation that’s never going to turn into anything can’t be the reason you came into my office.”

“Someone’s cranky this morning. What, she didn’t put out?”

I wasn’t going to ask whoshewas.

I assumed my sister was still on the realtor topic.

“Hannah …”

Her smile widened. “At least tell me how the house-hunting went.”

Oaklyn and Macon were the only people who knew I’d closed on the house, and I’d stayed in that perfect bubble all weekend long. Everyone else thought I was still touring properties; they had no idea I’d secretly been working on this closing for weeks. If they did and they knew I’d purchased a house, they’d want to come over and see it, and I just didn’t want my time with Oaklyn to be interrupted.

But the truth needed to come out since I’d be moving in next week.

“The hunt is over. I bought a place.”

Her eyes widened as she reached across my desk, squeezing my arm. “Oh my God, I’m so excited for you. Is it one of the listings you sent me?”

I shook my head. “This house never hit MLS. It was a pocket listing, so I couldn’t send you the information.”

“Tell me everything about it.”

I laughed. “How about I just bring you there sometime this week and you can see it for yourself?”

“Yesss! Perfect.” Her grip lightened, but she didn’t pull away. “I’m so, so happy for you.”

I returned her smile. “It has everything I was looking for in a house. Size. Views. A sick media room. Since it came turnkey, I’m going to leave all my things at my condo and rent that place fully furnished—I’ll make more money that way—and my plan is, over the next year, to pick up a couple of more properties and rent those out too.”

“I love this for you. You’re kicking ass, my brother.”

“Well, I just know that as much as I enjoy law, it can’t be my only gig. I want more.”

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