Chapter 43 Christianna
Chapter forty-three
Christianna
I’m lying in bed, scrolling through house listings. Fully obsessed.
I keep widening the search. Maybe something on the water. No. Gators. Absolutely not. MD would end up as gator bait.
Maybe I need to rethink MD’s size. I originally pictured a cute little floof. Then again, maybe bigger. No. It’ll be a rescue. No designer dog for me. I want a mutt. The one I connect with.
But first, MD needs a house.
I filter for empty homes only. If there’s furniture, I can’t move in right away. That’s a deal breaker.
I circle back to the ridiculous listing. The expensive one. It’s everything I’ve never quite been able to articulate wanting. The pool house. The kitchen. The light.
There’s a sun porch. A room I already know will have perfect acoustics.
I open my email and send a quick message to my tax guy.
Then I look at the listing again.
MD would love that yard.
I sigh. Apparently I have a thing for Spanish Colonial revivals with impossible price tags.
I toss my phone onto the nightstand and flop back onto the bed.
My mind won’t slow down.
MD is out there, waiting for me.
Hell, I’m waiting for me.