Page 57 of The Deal
He didn’t have to look up to know that the twins had made a run for it, not when they knew that their grandmothers were home waiting to spoil them. Not that he could blame them, Quinn thought, dropping his hand away in time to see the back of Justin’s “Bradford Heritage Homes” tee-shirt disappear around the corner.
Grabbing his iPad off the mantel, Quinn went over the rest of the final checklist before he made his way outside, locking the door behind him before he headed for his SUV. Twenty minutes later, he was pulling onto Blackwood Manor’s cobblestone driveway and parking behind his wife’s car.
Grabbing his iPad, he climbed out of the SUV and found himself staring at Blackwood Manor, still amazed after all these years at how incredibly beautiful it turned out. Dylan’s designs had been amazing, but this…
He still didn’t know how they managed to pull it off.
Then again, their fathers might have had something to do with it.
After her father found out that she bought Blackwood Manor, her father showed up with his father in tow, ready to spank her ass only to end up getting distracted as soon as they stepped through the front door. Within the hour, they were taking charge and by the end of the week, they were hooked.
Every day, they showed up with the rest of the men, working their asses off and looking happier than he’d ever seen them before. By the time Blackwood Manor was done, they’d officially come out of retirement and were trying to decide which oneof Dylan’s designs to start with first. They’d started Bradford Heritage Homes together and joined it with B.T. Construction.
They’d considered selling it after it was done, but this was Dylan’s baby, so they’d sold the house that he’d built for Jenn instead for an obscene profit and moved in just in time for the twins to be born. Dylan worked mostly from home, but every now and then, she liked to take over his trailer with the kids. He looked forward to those days, Quinn thought as he made his way inside.
He dropped the keys on the table by the door and headed up the grand staircase that had taken them two months to get right and made his way down the long hallway lined with black wainscoting until he came to the door at the end of the hallway and-
“I’m afraid we have a problem,” came the words that had his lips pulling up into a grin as he closed their bedroom door behind him, more than ready to find out what the little pain in the ass was up to now.