Page 170 of Salvage Him
I walked into the living room and turned to take itallin.
I shuffled over to the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen and peered in. Harrison's touch was in everysingleroom.
I steppedoutside.
Harrison walked up nexttome.
"You want to see the guest house?" He tookmyhand.
My heart sank as I thought about my beautiful office and my desk. The desk Harrison built for me. We didn't have a place to put it now that we werehomeless.
I shookmyhead.
"You okay?" heasked.
"Yeah, I just wasn't sure how I'd feel about the place." I squeezedhishand.
"How do you feel?" Harrison pulled me intohisarms.
"Sad."
"You know we can keep it if you want." He kissed the top of my head. "We can figuresomethingout."
"No. This house is way too big for us." I snuggled up close to him. "We don't need any space between us. It needs a family who will enjoy allofit."
"Maybe it will sell for more than the mortgage, give you a little seed money for yourbusiness."
"Yeah, but how are we going to live? We can't live with Justin forever." Ilookedup.
He ran his hand up and down my arm and pulled meclose.
"We'll figure something out." Harrison walked us back inside. "You've seenenough."
Inodded.
We locked the housebackup.
"Call your realtor friend and have them get on it as soon as possible." I wanteditdone.
"I got you." Harrison kissed my hand and walked me back to thetruck.
"That house I've been working on. I need to run by and pick something up. You mind coming along? It's just a few streets away," Harrison said as he climbed back in histruck.
"Sure. I'd love to see what you've been working on all week." I took one last look at thehouse.
Five minutes later, we pulled up in front of a two-story mid-century modern home. My heartbeat sped up as I surveyed the property with its warm colors and bright greengrass.
The house was an array of brown woods and black and graysteel.
The windows told me who designed it. It had Justin all over it, but it felt like Harrison, too. The water elements were all Harrison. It fit in the neighborhood but stood out, too. Trees shaded the front ofthelot.
"You coming?" Harrisonmotioned.
I followed him up the rectangle stone walkway set in a shallow movin stream ofwater.
Harrison pushed open the dark wood door made of two-by-four planks stacked horizontally. He had stained each in a different shade of brown, the boards picked up all the subtle accents of the rest of thehouse.
"Nice touch," I said as I ran my hand down thesmoothwood.
