Eileen looked from one to the other. "You have no idea how terrible I feel about this, but we have to come to some type of agreement here."
Dix sighed. He just wanted to unpack and go sit on the dock. He had the kernel of an absurd idea taking root in his brain, one he was sure he'd go to hell for, but he wasn't about to start looking at other places. He was done for the day.
"Let's take a look inside," he suggested.
"What good will that do?" the redhead asked.
"I want to see it," he repeated stubbornly. "Maybe I want to see what I might be giving up." As if.
"Fine." She turned around, unlocked the door, and opened it. "Come on in, then."
Dix felt at home the minute he walked inside. A peace he hadn't felt in weeks stole quietly over him. This was exactly what he was looking for. The
