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1-2-3, You’re ItDressed in faded Diesel jeans and a Nautica full-zip sweatshirt, Adwin strolled into the bedroom and dropped bundled items into a small wooden hamper in a corner. With towel-dried hair and a Dennis-the-Menace cowlick hanging between the eyes, he looked impishly cute. “What are you doing?”
“Reading up on the history of the property, courtesy of our station’s research associate, Angela. Ger texted her before going on air and she was on it pronto. She sent me what she found on the property so far. She’ll get back to it when she’s put out a few fires at the station.”
He moved to a grooming kit on a nightstand and placed a drop of Joop at the base of the neck; never more, never less. “And?”
“The property dates back to 1860.”
“Antebellum?” He searched through a drawer fo
