“That thing hasn’t been touched in twenty years,” I said. “It doesn’t even have insulation.”
She shrugged, sipping her wine. “Then I guess you’ll have to figure something out. Because I’m done living like your roommate. This is my home now.”
I looked at her closely, really studied her face, and all I saw was cold calculation hiding behind that polished smile.
But I said nothing. Not yet.
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