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“Uncle Ty, you came.” He dug his little fingers into my ribs as he hugged me and I saw stars from the pain that erupted in my body, but I just patted his back. “Are you staying for breakfast?”

“Yes, Ace. I am.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Hannah

Two months later

“Thisonecostsmorethan you are willing to pay, but you have one more room in the back,” Sandy, my realtor explained. “It’s small, but you can use it as a storage I guess.”

Why she thought I needed a storage room, I didn’t know. I also couldn’t tear my eyes away from the reindeer headband she was wearing. She looked ridiculous in her grey business outfit and that thing on her head, but Christmas was my favorite holiday too, so who was I to judge?

Sandy opened the door to show me the small room she was referring to. There was an old couch and a TV inside, which made an idea to pop inside my head.

“Do you think the owner would be open to the idea of selling?”

“I don’t know,” Sandy frowned at me. “Not to sound rude, but do you have the money to buy it?”

“I do. I just sold my old apartment.”

Technically, Dad had bought the Boston apartment, but I had no doubt he would be okay with me investing the money here.

“I could ask,” she hesitated.

“Could you do it now?” I smiled and real excitement rushed through my body for the first time in a very long time.

Sandy walked away and I used the time to make a phone call on my own.

“Hey, Dad,” I whispered. “Can you talk?”

“Yes. What’s up?”

“Do you think it would be a good idea for me to buy an office with a small room I could turn into a bedroom?”

“It depends…” I cut him off mid-sentence.

“Someone used it basically as a living room. There is a TV and a couch that I will have to replace, but it could work. I will put a bed in there and a small wardrobe. I will have to install a shower in the bathroom too. I can’t run to your place every day for a shower.”

“Toyourplace?” He repeated my words, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, yeah. I don’t live there anymore, Dad. I want to have a home of my own.”

“Are you buying a home or an office?”

“I am buying an office I will temporarily use as a home.”

“How much does it cost?

“No idea. It’s not for sale. I asked Sandy to call the owner and ask him if he would be willing to sell.”

“Hannah…” he dragged.

“I know. I know. He will probably want an unholy amount of cash now, because he will know I want it.”

My father released a breath. “It’s not a bad idea. The execution is bad,” he paused for a moment. “Can I come over and negotiate the deal for you?”

“Yes, please,” I said with relief.

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