By the time I had gotten back, and the doorbell had rung, I had learned a few things about Michael. One, that he worked out in a home gym and probably had a personal trainer come to him. Two, that he really loved cars and fast things. Three, that he loved to volunteer and help those in need. Four, that he liked wine and other hard liquor because I had found a decanter of brandy in a study. And five, that the man loved to read by the number of books he had in an expansive library.
"Hey. You ready?" Michael jogged down the stairs to grab the door, passing by me. I was confused to say the least.
I looked down at my lilac hued tennis shoes and cross-body purse. I thought I was ready. I watched him open the door and let a very tall and broad-shouldered man into his home.
"Eden, this is Mark.
