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“No, itdoesmatter,” Liam protested. “It’s been almost a year since I moved back here, I want to create a home with you too. It won’t be the same if I just move my stuff into your apartment.”
I sigh and lean into him. “We’ll keep looking. Something will turn up.”
I check for new listings every night after work, and every now and then Liam sends me pictures of houses that could be interesting. But they’re either too far away from town, in too bad a shape, or too expensive. Maybe we should just stay at my place, it might not be so bad. We’re spending most of our time here anyway. But when Liam asked me if I wanted to start looking at houses, I was so excited. A big step into the future we are building together. I guess that just has to wait. Liam’s lease is up in two months. I doubt we will find a place before then.
I’m having lunch with Joanna one Saturday, and I vent about our house hunting problems. She shakes her head, a sympathetic look on her face.
“Oh, I know how it is. We got lucky finding our place, if Martin’s dad hadn’t known the couple we bought it from we might have never got it.”
“Too bad we don’t know anyone who’s selling,” I say, stuffing my face with the sandwich I ordered. Kind of dry but I’m hungry, so I eat it anyway.
“You know, I can ask my sister if she knows about any properties,” Joanna says. “Did I tell you she’s getting her real estate license?”
“You didn’t.” I sit up straighter, my interest peaked. “You think she might know of some places?”
Joanna shrugs. “Can’t hurt to ask. I’ll have her call you if there is something out there.”
I only have to wait for two days before I get a call from Joanna’s sister. She tells me about a house that isn’t even on the market yet, but she can get us a showing with the agent she is interning with. She can’t send us any pictures, but the house is in a great area, so I say yes. Liam is ecstatic when I tell him about it, and we celebrate with wine and a nice dinner, even though there’s nothing to celebrate just yet.
We drive out to the outskirts of town a few days later. Park right outside a white house with a porch, and a nice little garden. It’s not huge, but it’s charming and seems to be in good shape. We’re shown around by the realtor, and Liam is holding my hand the entire time. Two bedrooms, and a newly renovated kitchen. It’s beautiful.
We don’t even have to think about it. As soon as we get back to my apartment, we call and put in an offer. We spend the rest of the night imagining what we could do with the place, still not knowing if it’s ours or not. It is ours in our heads already.
Liam gets the call when I’m at work. I’m in a meeting, and when I get out and see that I have nine missed calls from him, my heart sinks. You don’t call nine times unless someone has died. At first I don’t understand the words that are coming out of his mouth when I call him back, my heart beating so fast I’m sure it’s going to jump right out of my chest.
“We got it!” he calls out for the third time.
It? We got it. We gotit? “They accepted our offer?”
“Hell yeah, they accepted our offer,” Liam says on the other end. “You’re really stuck with me now, Eva.”
I laugh, reality sinking in. “I can think of worse fates than being stuck with you.”
The house is ours. We’re going to have a home together.
And we’re staying there – for good.
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Bubba
Melissa Stevens
This Demented Souls book, like all the Souls books, is dedicated to my dad, Wilmer ‘Billy’ Stephens.
When I started the series I used him as a major resource, as he’d been a police officer, machinist, gun smith, Harley rider, mechanic and so much more.
Now that he’s gone, I write them in his memory.
Thanks Dad.
While I was growing up my father had two of the best friends I’ve ever known of. They are the ones who taught me that family is more than just who you’re related to. As I was working onMaverickwe lost the last of them. Now that all three are gone, I miss the others nearly as much as I miss Dad.
From here on out, the Demented Souls books are dedicated to the men who taught me all about brothers by choice.
