Chapter 17Today, Nick and I made an offer on what I dream will be our new home.
“Well, I’ll give you guys a few minutes alone.” Marc-Anthony, the real estate agent, stepped back into the open door of the main bedroom. He was a good-looking young man, surprisingly unassuming and quiet for his profession. He had a calm vibe and I thought that was a good omen. Our visit had been nothing but pleasant. “I’ll be downstairs,” he said, walking away.
When he’d left, I immediately turned to watch Nick’s expression. He was gazing around at the large room, his blue stare, razor sharp.
The house is in a cul-de-sac, which means hardly any cars ever drive by. This sector of town is really sought after because of its mature trees and old-time charm. The house is detached, has three bedrooms, a fireplac
