The espresso machine caught her eye. Built-in. Real. Not the kind you impulse-buy and regret.
Ron led them into the hallway, gesturing to a room as they passed. "I converted that one into a bit of a gym-s***h-office. Mostly mornings and evenings in there. You're welcome to use the equipment if you're into that kind of thing."
Shannon nodded, already picturing her yoga mat unrolled, her body moving through sun salutations with soft music playing while someone else -- someone quiet -- typed away at a nearby desk.
They reached the bedroom. Ron opened the door and stepped back.
"This would be yours."
Craig blinked. "Wait, this is the master suite?"
"One of them," Ron said with a small smile. "There are two. I've got the other."
Shannon glanced at Craig. His eyebrows had lifted. She step
