Hadlee was coming out of her walk-in closet wondering whether she and Eric would be able to find a home which would have the same spacious wardrobe. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss all the luxurious clothing in her closet while at her villa.
“Hey,” Eric stepped into the room. “Your fella Peter is downstairs. He wanted to talk to you.”
She grabbed the USB her father gave her earlier, “thanks.”
“We need to go house hunting this afternoon. I gave the realtor my three choices, you were supposed to send her yours. Did you?”
“Not yet.” She shrugged.
“The realtor needs to set up the appointments with the homeowners Hadlee. If you don’t tell her where you want to look, how is she,” he shook his head. “Never mind. I’m sure you’ll sort it out.”
“I’m Hadlee Orlov. If I want to see a
