Page 22 (1/2)

Chapter Seven

Dao to her apartment

Instead, he took her to his home To the one place he’d never taken any other woman He rarely spent any time there It was near the center of town, in a small cul-de-sac

During the hot suhter filling the streets It was a good neighborhood One he’d picked for the children he wanted to have but would never get the chance to experience

Parking his bike in the garage, he waited for Teri to climb off

“I’ve never been to your house before,” she said

“No one has”

“How come?”

“No one needs to”

She smiled “You’re a very private person”

“I like my space”

She pushed soe He’d already clicked the button on his remote to lower the door

“I see soe You still like to tinker with your bikes”

He enjoyed fixing bikes, repairing them, and the same ith a few cars It wasn’t a job but a hobby

“Do you want a tour?” he asked

“Am I allowed?”

“You can have anything you want, Teri All you’ve got to do is ask”

“Then yes, I’d like a tour”

He took her hand, leading her through to the small kitchen The moment he saw the house, he kneanted it, and he’d spent a lot of ti it At one point, the place had been owned by an elderly gentleotten too old to stay up-to-date with the upkeep

The place had gone to ruin, much to the family’s sadness

Daet it back to its forlory The man’s children had so many memories On one of the few visits he’d taken to make a decision, they had pictures to show, memories to tell

More often than not, Damon rarely listened to others, but this was different This home spoke volumes of what it could be, and he just couldn’t leave that kind of memory behind

A family home

A place to raise children