Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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My driver looks neat in a black suit today, a very white shirt shining from beneath. How smart, Billie boy! I smile indulgently as he opens the Lexus door for my mom, ready to take us for the house hunt tour.
I clack my heels over and grab the other door without bothering him with the honors. "Good morning, Bill. How is your family?" I ask him as I clamber into the car.
"Morning, ma'am. They're all great, thanks." He sounds vibrant, his face painted with pure joy.
Such a lovely day for everyone.
Sighing deeply, I inhale the scent of crispy after-rain air mingled with the fall foliage on the wet ground, a reminder of the life cycle. Sophie stares at me, looking ever gorgeous in navy slacks, white blazer, and black heels.
That's my mom.
"You seem happy today," she whispers, fully aware that I had a long phone call last night with Red.
And slept like a baby afterwards.
"Well. I've decided to stop being a spoilsport and enjoy life. Thanks for coming with me, Mom. Really." I could use her help with the house pick.
"It's not like I have anything better to do, but you're welcome," she remarks.
My phone buzzes as Bill drives toward N Evergreen Ave. It's Dana Rodriguez, the realtor. She's already at the first place she's found for me. Excitement runs through me at the thought. As much as I feel at home with Kenna, it's still not okay. I want my own home.
Through the mild traffic, Bill outmaneuvers the dull Portland drivers and speeds up to the Pearl district.
Moments later we arrive at a certain townhouse in the same neighborhood Derek Kingston lives in. How ironic! Just the location becomes a turn off, and even so when I realize it's a huge family home with a three-car garage and right near the main road.
"Not your scene?" Dana asks with a tiny smile. She's a beautiful biracial woman with the charms of a real saleswoman.
Very sharp. Very calculative.
"At all," I answer truthfully. "I prefer somewhere more private and . . . comfortable."
The second house turns a bit shabby for my taste, and the third too boring despite being classy and in a good location. It drags me back to the mansion I once shared with my husband and I hate the feeling.
"Okay, let's see," Dana mutters as we take a walk back to the car. "I think you don't really like the whole idea of having a house, am I wrong? It happens. Everyone has their own preference and from what I can see, you need a real change."
I smother a laugh, for it feels like I'm suddenly an open book.
"Yes. I want something different, and no more big houses," I answer. "I want a condo or just a flat. Something for me, not for anyone else."
