(Cassidy)
I knew Dane was thinking about Zander.
He hadn't said much on the ride home and he hadn't needed to. Long enough together to learn the difference between Dane being quiet because he had nothing to say and Dane being quiet because he was thinking too hard. The second one usually meant trouble for whoever was occupying space in his head.
This time it happened to be my ex.
I carried my coffee into the living room and sat on the couch. The folder from the real estate office was still sitting on the table where I'd left it. Every time I looked at it I felt the same strange mix of excitement and disbelief.
The house was real.
Not a dream. Not another conversation that disappeared the second club business got busy. Not another promise filed away beside a dozen others while life ke
