Chapter 3Josh woke up to an internal alarm clock, one still located on another coast, and couldn’t get back to sleep. He took a quick shower and donned fresh clothes before he slipped into the still-dark living room.
No light under Melanie’s door. Of course it was barely five in the morning, no sane person would be awake yet.
By the streetlight’s glow still coming through the large west-facing living room windows, he surveyed the space. It was mostly a great room made up of entryway, living, and dining all in one space with a generous kitchen in the corner. For that he had to turn on a light.
The space was practically orgasmic. Angelo’s hand was clear here, a kitchen designed from scratch by a chef for a chef. All of the equipment top grade, cutting boards, and a second prep sink all pe
