Chapter 7
Tyler followed me home in his dusty old Ford truck and parked in the visitor section of the deck. The place was sparsely furnished, but I liked it that way. I abhorred clutter of any kind. Perhaps I had a weird sense of humor, but I’d chosen white and black-themed furniture for the place, and I even had a similar motif for the bedroom, sheets and towels. Yeah, okay, it might be a bit odd. But it was my home, and I liked it that way.
Tyler didn’t seem to mind either. In fact, he looked relaxed for the first time—aside from when we’d gotten off earlier—since I’d met him.
“This is so cool,” he said while wandering around the place. “I like the colors.” He raised an eyebrow. “A way to pacify your inner beast using interior design?”
I laughed, pleased that he picked up on that rig
