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The office space was exactly what Trent had been looking for. It was newly renovated, close to Bree’s apartment and the apartment complex he’d been thinking of renting a home in, and not too far from Bree’s studio where she practiced and recorded her music. It seemed like a really good deal, if he was going to go through with this. “It comes completely furnished,” the realtor told him. She was a tall, thin woman who was probably old enough to be his mother but still insisted on looking at him in a way that made him slightly uncomfortable. “Best of all is the view from the large office in the back, here, which I assume will be your office.” She was right about that. The view was spectacular. All of the best parts of downtown Nashville sprang to life in front of his eyes. It would be a sha