And Steele Corp’s Southside build project was only a few neighborhoods away, which meant this area wouldn't stay rough forever.
“Yep, here.”
As he got out to open the door, I spotted Bennett parked ahead, opening the door for Wrenly.
“Damn,” I said softly to Miranda.“I think she got bigger since Wednesday.Are we sure it’s only one baby?”
She snickered and got out with me.
“No need to wait for us,” I said to Harlow.“It’ll be girl time, plus one, after this.”
He nodded and got back into the car as we headed for Wrenly, who was waiting for us to join her.
“You look like you’re smuggling a beach ball,” I said, hugging her.
“I feel like it and am ready to welcome our new baby howler any day.”
“Not until we’re closer to the hospital,” Bennett said.
Wrenly wrinkled her nose at me.“He’s making Dr.Giovanni sleep in the on-call rooms at Phoenix Health until the baby’s here.”
“And I’m paying him for it,” Bennett said.
Miranda perked up.“If you need me to be on call for anything, I’m willing.”
I rolled my eyes at Wrenly.“She’s already saving for her next custom order.”
Miranda shrugged at the same time the door of the building behind us opened.
“Hi, Sophia,” the realtor called.“It’s good to see you again.Are you ready to look around?”
Excited, I headed for the door first.
He stepped aside with a polite smile.“Take your time.”
Inside, the place smelled like dust and old paint, but that didn’t detract from what I saw.Endless possibility.
Sunlight poured through the tall front windows and stretched across scuffed wood floors.The space was bigger than the listing photos had suggested—wide enough for displays along the walls and a runway of open floor between them.
My mind immediately started rearranging everything.
Mirrors there.Mannequins along that wall.A long worktable toward where the light was better.Dividing a section of the space off to create fitting rooms, and maybe a private space like Miranda had suggested.
“Okay,” Miranda said slowly, walking farther in.“This is good.”
“This is more than good,” I said, looking up at the impressive ceiling height.
I stepped toward the back room and pushed the door open.A smaller space waited behind it—perfect for design work, cutting tables, and the chaos that came with it.
It felt right.
I took a quick video and sent it to Konni.
Me:This is the one.Make it happen, husband.
He sent back a selfie showing just how much he liked that I’d asked him for something and that I’d called him husband.
Me:If you get it for ten thousand under the asking price, I’ll thank you for it tonight.
