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confusion.
    “About looking for a house.” Her smile is infectious.
    “Seriously, Piper?”
    “You promised!”
    “I wanted to get laid. Surely that doesn’t count?”
    She throws a pillow at me. “It absolutely counts!”
    Straddling her hips, I pin her arms down to prevent further physical abuse. “You really want to buy a house?”
    She nods at me, playing those eyes up. She knows I can’t resist when she does this shit. Her lashes bat like Jessica Rabbit.
    “How are we going to pay for it?”
    “I’ve got it all mapped out.” Of course, she does. What was I thinking? “If you’ll let me up, I’ll show you my spreadsheet.”
    I flop to my back with a thud and loud sigh as she pops out of bed giddy with excitement. This is not how I planned to spend today, but if it makes her happy, then I guess we’ll be talking about houses.
    When she emerges from the closet with her laptop, she also has a shirt on. “That shirt was not part of the deal.”
    Her face scrunches in disbelief and she completely ignores my implied request for her to remove it before settling on the bed next to me. We spend the next hour outlining her financial plan for home ownership, which includes the money her parents gave us in lieu of throwing a huge wedding. Somehow she convinced me with her charts and graphs we need a bigger house. My wife wastes no time before calling Rachel.
    I should have known Rachel would be willing and ready to go at the drop of a hat. We’re meeting her at four this afternoon to look at her top three picks. I’ve heard Rachel is amazing at her job and can find the right space for anyone, but I have a hard time believing she can locate perfection with the limited information Piper offered. Closing the lid on the computer, she sets it aside, kissing me sweetly.
    “Eeep! This is going to be so much fun, Moby.” Her giddiness is cute. The way her smile takes over her face gorgeous. It’s infectious.
    “Does it make sense to go looking at houses before we even have ours on the market?” I don’t claim to be the brightest crayon in the box, but I know we don’t want to pay two mortgages at the same time. We’re lucky my lease ends this month, or we’d have that to deal with as well. I make good money but don’t have shit for savings and I’ve wasted most of my inheritance on stupid crap I now regret. What little I had left was put on Piper’s engagement ring to make sure she got the best.
    “Absolutely! Rachel will get the townhouse listed today. She can sell ice cubes to Eskimos. I’m not worried about her unloading it quickly. We still have to find another house and close on it. That doesn’t happen overnight.”
    “So you agree it’s unlikely Rachel will have found the house for us today?”
    “I didn’t say that. I just said we have to find the house and close on it.” She winks at me. Most men would be afraid of what their wife is up to but I trust if she says we can do it, she has mapped out every scenario possible and we can.
    “You’re sure you want to live out by Dax and Cam? That’s a long way from Downtown.”
    “I don’t want to raise kids Downtown, Moby. We need to be thinking further down the road. I want to live close to them. It doesn’t have to be on the same street, but right now we’re a good twenty minutes away.”
    “Is your gang plotting some sort of marital commune you haven’t told me about?”
    Laughing as she talks, she says, “Dang, Moby. We aren’t a cult!”
    “I wonder sometimes. You guys seem more in tune than conjoined twins. And what’s with the Fish thing?” Tickling her to ensure she knows I’m playing.
    She shrugs before she speaks as if the meaning behind their gang isn’t powerful.
    “We used to call each other bitch all the time, but it wasn’t appropriate in public. So it morphed into ‘bish.’ We all knew what it meant, but it was just kind of weird. Anyway, Sutton was trying to quit cussing and started using animal names for cuss words