The kids all took moving out of The Village in stride-as long as they were together, they didn't care where they lived. Jase had given each of them their own rooms and had them professionally decorated, but somehow, they migrated to one room every night and ended up in a communal bed. I thought about arguing with them, but they'd never really known any different.
We'd only been here a couple of days, but somehow, he'd managed to make it feel as though we'd always been together. Emmy thought moving in confirmed Jase was her daddy, and he seemed ten feet tall and bulletproof every time she said it, so I let that go, too. Everything was going really well...too well.
Nothing in my life ever stayed bundled up in a nice, neat little package.
Something had to throw off the balance, tip the
