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“That’s true.”
“And if we don’t need to allocate bedrooms to kids, we have more room to foster.”
“I like the way you think,” I decided.
In fact, there was just about nothing that had to do with Remy that I didn’t like.
Okay.
Fine.
He had this annoying tendency to get the bathroom floor wet when he showered. Like he stepped out and shook off like a dog or something.
But, you know, aside from that.
He was practically perfect.
Or, at least, perfect for me.
Remy - 1 year
It was the first time I’d left her alone to deal with club business for more than one night.
I was half expecting to come back to her gathered on the kitchen floor, hugging one of my animals who was likely whimpering because I was gone, and crying herself because she couldn’t explain to said dog that I would be coming home eventually.
What I came home to instead was a For Rent sign on the front lawn… and an all but empty house.
The only thing there, in fact, was a little note on the fridge with an address on it.
She was certainly making enough money to upgrade her place. But she’d made it clear that she never wanted to fully give up her grandfather’s house. She thought that maybe someday, she could run a senior dog sanctuary out of it.
That was clearly not the plan yet, though, with the sign in the yard.
She’d been busy.
I mean, I’d been gone for a long weekend.
And she’d not only managed to clear the place out, but finish all the various DIY projects we’d both been working on for months.
Something told me there were more hands in the project other than hers and Myles’s. Had she finally caved in her aversion to the practice, and made the club prospects pitch in?
The address on the note had me traveling back from the outskirts of Miami and toward Golden Glades. It was only about five minutes from the clubhouse, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember there being a house for sale in the area.
As it would turn out, I was right.
There wasn’t a house.
Yet.
But, judging by the men walking around with hard hats and site plans, there would be soon.
See, there hadn’t been a house for sale, but there had been a big piece of raw land for sale.
I’d barely climbed off my bike when Lark came running over.
“No no no. You’re early!” she grumbled, stopping short of stomping her foot.
“That’s not exactly the welcome I expected,” I said, giving her a confused smile.
