And then maybe slap my pussy in his mouth.
Before I can let that happen again, we have to have a conversation. I need to make sure he understands exactly what’s on the table.
But that’s a problem for later. Right now, we have a house to investigate.
As promised, there’s a crew here working on the HVAC system, so it’s noisy and hot inside, but it doesn’t take away from the vision.
Roger picked a perfect place for Tanya. Original wood doors, four floors of spacious, grand living space, the exact type of dramatic light fixtures Tanya loves. She just wasn’t the right woman to live here.
“What are we gonna do with a house all the way in Chicago?” I whisper to myself.
Micah lays his hand atop my shoulder, heat radiating from his skin. “We don’t have to have all the answers right now.”
Yes, but it would be nice to have any sort of answer to any question swirling around my mind right now.
We take our time, going through the house and taking pictures so that we don’t have to rely on our memory once we’re back in Baltimore. I keep trying to think of what we could do with it, and nothing comes to mind. It doesn’t seem like Tanya wants us to sell it, but what the hell else would we do?
Micah slaps my shoulder every time he says he can feel me asking that question. Ass.
The primary bathroom has its own linen closet and inside there are two suitcases.
If no one has lived here since Roger bought it, what are they doing here? Micah helps me pull them out and open them. Each suitcase has one item in it, a snowsuit. One with my name on it, the other with Micah’s.
“I know Chicago gets cold, but I don’t think we’re gonna need these here.”
When Micah unfolds his snowsuit, our next clue comes tumbling out.
Chapter Seventeen
Micah
“In spite of all the ugliness, there’s so much joy to have and so little time to experience it. Don’t waste time.” —Tanya
THE CLUETANYA LEFT FOR US ISN’T MUCH OF A CLUEat all. Snowsuits and a note about not wasting time. It doesn’t narrow down the options nearly enough.
Dani paces, occasionally staring back at the two open suitcases.
After last night, I want nothing more than to sink deep inside of her. It’s all I could think about when I went back to my room, and all I’ve been thinking about since we left the hotel. But I don’t want to push her too far. When I tried to get close, she backed away. There’s some part of her that’s still hesitant to take the plunge, even though her body responds positively to me.
I only want to give her what she’s ready for.
There’s so much joy to have and so little time to experience it.My mind keeps going back to that particular sentence. But why?
Joy.
Joy.
Joy.
A memory of a map in Tanya’s house comes to mind. That’s it!
“I have an idea,” I say, causing her to stop pacing and turn to me with her hands on her hips.
“I’m all ears.”
“We need Bailey.”
When I call Bailey and tell her what my thoughts are, she hangs up and calls me back once she reaches Tanya’s house.
