“So this is the house.” Missy indicated the white, two-story building that had first captured his attention as he’d looked at properties online. He’d never lived in a house that didn’t share a wall or a floor or a ceiling with another person, and this country house had charmed him from the moment he laid eyes on it.
“Jamie said a cleaning crew would be here today, so you can probably move in tomorrow.”
“Oh, I’m not going to live in the house,” he said, some of his earlier frustration and embarrassment at being corralled by a dog ebbing away. He opened the back door of his truck and lifted his windbreaker from the seat. After shrugging into it, he relaxed.
Without exhaust fumes, honking cars, and the pressures of running his multi-billion-dollar technology firm, relaxing had become infin
