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“Here it is… my humble abode.” Bree opened the door to her small, one bedroom apartment, and stepped aside so that Trent could bring in their baggage. She was slightly embarrassed at how tiny the place was, but Trent smiled and nodded as he walked in. “It’s really cute, Bree. I like how you’ve decorated it. You always did have a good eye for things like that.” “You think?” She let out a deep breath. “Thanks.” “Sure. The way you described it on the plane, I was expecting it to be much smaller.” “Well, I’m assuming your house is a lot larger than my little apartment.” He shrugged and set his bag down, letting go of the handles of their bigger suitcases. “My house is pretty good sized, but it’s also a rental. Monica didn’t want to buy anything until after we got married. Now, I’m really