Chapter 8

Sebastian got out of the car, dragging his small suitcase with him, and his jaw went slack at the sight of the house. Tall windows gleamed in the sun. There were exterior staircases leading up to wide balconies while the center of the house was a clear and airy atrium with a glass roof that curved over it like a canopy. Sebastian could see that the house was built almost entirely of natural wood. Ted clearly favored wood, and Sebastian’s admiration for the older man grew by leaps and bounds.

There was a soft hum as the front doors slid open and a couple of little boys rushed out. Debra’s face lit up as she gathered the boys in her arms. “Hey.” She tousled Josh’s hair and kissed the top of Devin’s head. “You both okay?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Josh muttered, pulling back, clearly embarrassed. “But Devin just wouldn’t shut up.”

“Josh,” Debra scolded gently. “Language.”

“Uh, all right,” the kid mumbled, before glaring at Devin, who was busy signing.