Mina's POV
They pulled up to a mansion that apparently Deacon owned. Mina couldn't seem to find the words or any words in her shocked state. She had thought he was living above his bookstore, and yet he owned a bloody mansion. How the heck did he make enough money from Book Nook Café to own a place like this?
Pulling into a double garage, he parked, cutting the engine. Getting out of the car, he quickly made his way over to her side, opening the door for her. Holding his hand out, he helped her out, neither of them saying a word. The nervous energy emitting from them both could be cut with a knife. Letting her hand go, he pressed his hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her out of the garage and right into his home.
"Wow," It was like her dream home come to life with its rust
