Marshall glanced around his spacious house, his bag already packed. He’d done it that morning but had forgotten to grab it when he’d seen Esther pull up to his gate. He realized that he’d kept a huge, black lava rock wall around his life and heart for far too long.
Heck, he never even let Esther come all the way onto his property to pick him up. Today, he’d told her the code to his gate, and she’d driven him right up to the front door. Well, as close as she could get with the half-dozen steps leading to his double-wide front doors.
He’d said, “I’ll be right back,” instead of inviting her into the house. That felt too intimate, and they hadn’t even gone out yet. None of the women he’d been out with had been to his house, and it was like a fortress only he was allowed inside.
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