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Chapter 3 According to Google Maps, Lane’s condo downtown was closer to his office than Remy’s northside apartment, but rush-hour traffic made traversing Richmond’s city streets a bear. So he spent weeknights at Remy’s house, and enjoyed a much less hectic commute than he would if he fought the traffic from his place. On Fridays after work, Remy would drive to Lane’s condo, and the two of them would spend the weekend together there. It was closer to the heart of the city; every weekend, something was going on in Richmond, races or festivals, something, and it was nice to walk to the events instead of struggling to find parking. Remy thought sharing two abodes was the best of both worlds, but the romantic in him wanted one place to call home. A real house, not a condo or apartment or town