Nathan’s POV

We decided to talk to Logan and Eliza after brunch. If they would agree to come live with us. We all, including Zander, could head home to the penthouse today. I did not doubt that Amelie could convince them. My wife could sell sand to people sitting on a beach.

We were sitting in bed, talking, when we heard a small knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Amelie called.

“It’s me, Princess,” Eliza yelled back.

Amelie hopped out of bed and went to the door. Luckily, she was wearing her tank top and shorts. I, on the other hand, had to scurry into the closet to pull...