She really didn’t have much to load up. Andy had never unpacked their bag of clothes the night before, and she wondered now if it was because he had planned all along to take her back to his place—the Friessen mansion, a beautiful estate that wasn’t in the least bit comfortable. A comfortable home was one she could relax in, with a few bedrooms, a cozy living room, and kitchen. Not a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion that was more like a palace filled with priceless artwork, and trinkets that she always worried Gabriel would touch or break, things that were absolutely useless except to show everyone how much money the Friessens had to throw away. Andy never worried about “the stuff,” as he called it. He didn’t have much use for it. After all, it belonged to Caroline, his mother.
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