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Dave took pictures of the clean kitchen, the refrigerator, the inside of the cupboards and printed them out on the printer Max had already set up. Max typed up lists and laminated them.

Yes, he had a portable laminator that he carried in his luggage.

And a label maker.

And every color of dry erase marker in existence. Even though Dave only used the green ones.

If Dave had to make a binder it would take years and never be finished.

With Max, it took a little over an hour.

Though, Max had the system down. He used the same checklists and customized to location.

When they were finished, it finally felt like home.

Well, Dave’s home.

A binder in every room and one for his car.

“How long do I have you for this time?” Dave asked, turning on the game console. “Did you…?” He made a slow circle in the living room. “Did you unpack in here?”

“Of course.” Max shrugged. “I also unpacked your bedroom.”

“I hope you know that you’re a damn catch, Max.” Dave sat down on his leather couch and wondered if he should get a velvet one instead.

He still hadn’t texted Sabine.

He glanced at his phone. It was probably too late now.

“I’m here for the week. Then I have to be in L.A. for a few days but I’ll come back after that.” Max handed him another hard cider and joined him on the couch.

Dave handed him a game controller. “Super Smash?”

“Like my life depends on it.”

He loved having Max around.

Despite his need for independence, he was very social. When he went too long without his people, he got sad.

Maybe he should try to convince Max to move to Chicago.

Ha.

Yeah, right.

CHAPTERNINE

GOLD RUSH

SABINE

In the parking lot of the recording studio was a black Range Rover, a silver Camaro, a nondescript Toyota, two pickups, and a black Honda Civic.

She didn’t know what kind of car Dave drove. Or if he drove a car. Maybe he had a service.

No.

He seemed like the kind of person who’d want to leave whenever he wanted. Freedom and all that.

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