House. Home. Beau tried out the word a few times and found it sadly lacking. Second home. This building could put his family’s entire house inside the downstairs and shake it around. In fact, the barn and some of the outbuildings would probably fit as well.
“Kitchen,” Vin said with a gesture off to one side. “Tell Camilla if you want anything; she does all the cooking and shopping. Cami, meet Beau, my friend from college.”
“Do not call me that, Mr. Reyes,” said Camilla, a busty Hispanic woman with her long hair pulled back in a neat braid. “I have told you before, Cami means turtle in Japanese. Do I look like a turtle to you?” She flapped her apron at him. “Go away and bother someone else. Your grandparents won’t be here until tomorrow morning and I am very busy.”
“Busy doing what?”
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