Chapter 50

Wow. He’d never lived in a place where no one else had lived.

“Right past the foyer is the living room.”

Parrish gazed around at it. The furniture was all right, but he liked Ransom’s better. This seemed more antique-y than he normally went for. The window that faced the street was huge and let in lots of light, and more windows ran the length of the outside wall except for a gas fireplace toward the front of the room.

“The far end of this space is the dining room.”

Parrish nodded. There were no walls per se, but scalloped pillars in two of the corners apparently marked the boundaries of the room.