CHAPTER 11
JACOB
"Welcome to my humble abode." I gesture to the front door as we come up to my building.
"Humble?" Sophie repeats as I guide her closer. "More like swank. And here I thought psychiatrists starting out didn't make a lot of money."
"We don't." I grin. "But I married well."
She shoots me a look.
"A little humor to lighten the mood," I say, smiling even wider. "There’s nothing ‘humble’ about Marble Row Apartments on 72nd and Broadway. It's Heath's place… One of Heath's places. He's been letting me rent it while I've been in town."
Sophie's eyebrows arch. "Heath? Wow. That's more generous than I would expect. You must be a helluva close friend for him to open up the family estate."
"I don't know about that. I've only been here a few weeks, and I haven't done much to the
