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“I think they’d love it too,” I replied.
He smiled proudly, as if he’d been hoping I’d react just like that.
We moved to the next room, which consisted of a couch and a large screen. The walls were bare, which was the same prettymuch throughout the apartment. I could easily see some modern art on the walls, bringing a splash of color to the rooms.
“This is a movie room? But you already have a huge-ass TV in the living room!”
“At one point, I was thinking I needed to fill up the space somehow. I don’t really use it, so one of the twins could have a bedroom here, or both if they want to stay together.”
Again, Annie and Jack. My heart was feeling so good about Nick, about us.
“You really gave this a lot of thought.”
“I was just thinking how logistics would work if you three came here. The next room could be yours. Then there’s one with a pool table that we could use in case the twins want separate bedrooms. There are also two bathrooms in the hallway.”
“No en suite?”
He winked at me. “Only for the master bedroom.”
“Oh, silly me.” I smirked, then glanced back down the hall. “Nick, this penthouse is amazing. I bet your bedroom is enormous.”
“It is.”
He walked down to the very last door, and I followed him even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to peek into his bedroom. It seemed far too intimate.
When he opened the door, my jaw dropped. “You know what? I could move in here, no problem.”
He started to laugh.
“And you have a separate dressing room. I don’t know how this could be any more perfect.”
Like the living room, this was also done in gray tones. Wait, they weren’t gray—they were more woodsy. I realized the difference because it gave the room a warmer feeling.
The bed was exquisite. It was huge and had a leather headboard.
Sighing, I looked up at Nick. “You will never survive sleeping on a pull-out.”
“I promise I’ll manage.”
“When you can no longer take the couch, you can come here and spend some time at your apartment.”
Nick shook his head. “That would confuse the twins.”
I felt like the worst aunt in the world. Nick included the kids in all his plans, and I hadn’t even thought about them.
I dipped my head. “You’re right.”
“I was thinking that I wouldn’t bring too many clothes. I can come here a few times a week and just take what I need for the next few days. Or Frances can do it.”
“That sounds like a lot of hassle,” I replied.
“I really don’t mind.”
“Can I take a peek in your dressing room? From here it looks to die for.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’ll give you a tour.”
I didn’t understand how I’d need atouruntil I actually stepped into the dressing room. I’d only seen a small glimpse of it from the bedroom, but it stretched in an L-shape to my left.