“But she works from home you said.”
“Mostly. Still has a headquarters to report to once in a while.”
“She could fly if it’s not that often.”
I smiled at the thought that maybe Linawantedme to stick around. “True. Like I said, maybe we just haven’t found the right spot yet.” I pushed open Mom’s door. It was laid out like a small apartment with a small study area, a couch with a TV, and a tiny wet bar. “We made some modifications.”
“I can see that.” She smiled and eased into the room. “Nice office area.”
It was like Lina’s with three monitors on a big desk, only we didn’t have several more affixed to the wall.
“What’s she do again?”
“Works for a SEO company, managing companies’ social media and networking strategies.”
“Cool.”
To the left was Mom’s bedroom area and master bath.
“Now this is pretty cool. You combined two bedrooms, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I remember hearing some light construction, but I wasn’t sure what it was.”
I ushered her back down the hall and past a closed door. “Here’s the other spare. We’ve not done anything with it yet.”
She nodded, and we headed back out to the main living area. I pointed out the obvious kitchen, TV area and then along the wall to my left were the windows that overlooked the city like in Lina’s apartment.
“So, your bedroom is connected to mine, then.” She smiled nodding ahead of her.
“Yep.” I’d thought of that more than once, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Especially since some of my thoughts about that weren’t quite so innocent.
I urged her onward with a gentle tug through our connected hands, and she smiled.
I pushed open the French doors. To the left was a continuation of the windows and another entrance to the patio, and the wall that’d been between us that night we talked.
The thought of sleeping next to Lina each night made me smile. And if her bed backed up to the wall where mine did…dang, we’d been sleeping within feet of one another.
I shouldn’t have enjoyed that thought as much as I did. She squeezed my hand then let it go. “This is where you sleep.” She smiled as she turned a circle, eyes shifting as she took everything in. Not that there was much. No pictures on the walls, just a king-sized bed against the far wall, a walk-in closet on the opposite wall, and the master bathroom.
She walked to the desk propped against the wall between my bed and the windows, and she ran her finger along the length of it. “This is where you study.” She picked up my Abnormal Psych book and shook her head. “Lots of dysfunction discussed in here, huh?”
I sat on the bed, watching her.
“Am I…in here?” She held up the book. “I mean, my disorder?”
“Yeah.”
“You read up on it?”
“Yep.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“And what do you think?”