Chapter 41
Raine
Everything is mundane. Dates, work, life. But the pain is numb. That’s better than it was before everything went to shit.
“You ready to head home?” Rachel asks. She keeps trying to get me to come over, but I decline. I’m sure being around my niece and nephew might help, but I just want quiet.
“I’m going to go for a drive,” I tell her, not mentioning I’m looking for a new home. Something that doesn’t remind me of the time I had someone or thought I had someone.
She frowns but steps out. Once the door closes, I open my phone to the text message with the realtor confirming my time to see the new property.
I have about fifteen minutes to get there.
Traffic isn’t bad at this time, so I know it’s enough time.
Grabbing my keys I head out to my car and run a hand through my hair with a sigh.
Margaret found another date for me, but it didn’t work out.
He wasn’t who he said he was. She was furious because her people are supposed to vet everyone and his lies somehow slipped through.
Tonight, I’m going on a date with a woman.
I prefer men, but I thought I’d give this a try.
I dated a woman once and to this day we’re good friends.
Sex was good, but there’s something about being with a man that turns me on.
The drive is short and the house massive.
From the listing, I know there are two pools, a sauna, hot tub, and pool house.
Two stories with a staircase in the middle to the upper floor.
All the guest rooms are on the first floor.
The only room on the second floor is the master suite.
Huge room, colonial ceiling, skylight, balcony with an infinity pool on the side of the bathroom.
Every guest room has a bathroom, so no one has to share.
Not that I plan on having guests, it’s just nice to know that if I do, no one is fighting for a bathroom.
Sheila meets me outside, “Raine, nice to meet you in person. Shall we take a look inside?” I follow her as she points out key features like a keypad lock with face recognition.
The living room is sunken with floor to ceiling glass, showing the whole valley.
A short walk to the kitchen which opens into a huge space for a big table if I wanted.
Kitchen island with additional seating. All high end appliances.
The back door opens to a huge back yard where the outdoor pool is.
Big deck for grilling, not that I do much of that.
“This is the door to the indoor pool,” she points out a door as we walk back through to the living room. I don’t care about seeing it. I know it’s there.
Before we even step on the staircase, “I want to buy this. Cash sale, asking price.”
She startles, “are you sure?” I nod, “I’m sure. I would like to move in this week if possible.”
She starts typing on her phone, “I’m sure we can make that happen. I’ll be in touch in the morning.” We leave and she locks up, still typing on her phone. I drive home, looking forward to moving to someplace new. It was impulsive to just say I want it without seeing everything, but I don’t care.
I text Derek that I will need to hire movers next week and he just gives me a thumbs up. I’m sure he’ll have a lot to say about this, but I don’t care. This is about me moving on.