(Cassidy)
Dane didn't go inside the real estate office.
I wasn't sure if that surprised me or not. He'd brought me here. He'd handed me the folder. That was already more than I had expected from him this morning when I woke up and he was still asleep beside me.
Maybe that was enough for one day.
I stood on the sidewalk and looked at the listings in my hand. Three pages. Six properties. All within forty minutes of the compound. All with enough space for two people who had been living inside a compound for years and were finally ready for something that belonged only to them.
He'd thought about this.
That was the part that kept landing on me. Dane didn't do things halfway when he decided to do them. These weren't listings he'd pulled up in five minutes that morning. The notes in the ma
