![]() ![]() "I’ll bring your things directly if you'd like to go up and wash for dinner. Your mother suggested I put you in the upstairs master, Mr. "I'll meet you there in a moment to open it for you. ![]() ![]() "The third garage is empty," Edward said. The driver entered behind us to drop off our luggage. ![]() I can take that for you.” He took my coat and hung it in a nearby closet, then returned to take Donovan's. "I apologize I don't remember your name." "This is Sabrina Lind," Donovan said in introduction as he helped me remove my coat. Kincaid," he said in greeting, eyes cast down. He led me to the door, which opened before we had the chance to knock, and there stood a tall, middle-aged gentleman dressed in slacks and a sweater, too young to be Donovan's father. “My parents like to have the option to keep as much distance between themselves as possible. I'd grown up in a house that was barely twelve hundred square feet. There's certainly a lot of room." We hadn’t made it inside yet, but I was guessing it was probably ten thousand square feet. "Only your parents live here?" I asked, stepping out of the car. It was private and hard to get to, a real getaway location, and much too big for a family of three–two, now that Donovan was grown. It was gorgeous from the outside¸ a well-kept home with sweeping vistas over hundreds of acres of preserved land. The car came to a stop at the end of the long driveway in front of a sprawling two-level mansion. ![]()
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