“This is nice,” Ryan said as he looked around.
“Thanks. Hardly a mansion, but it works.”
“Mansions are highly overrated,” Ryan muttered, taking off his hoodie to hang it on coat hook by the front door when Shaun put his jacket there.
The living room was small. There was a beige sofa and a brown leather recliner, with a large TV sitting on top of a low bookcase in the corner between two windows. A doorway to one side of the room led to a combination dining-kitchen area, with a table for two. An arch at the far end of the living room opened onto a short hallway. Off it were two bedrooms and the bathroom.
“What’s in the basement?” Ryan asked when he saw the stairs off the kitchen.
“The usual stuff, furnace, washer and dryer, and my office.” He chuckled. “Which maybe isn’t that usual, all
