Chapter 22

“The buffet and hutch, the china cabinet.”

Did I look like the kind of man who had a china cabinet?

“And here beneath the pass-through, we have the sideboard.”

“It’s convenient, Mark, for all it’s a trifle small.”

Small? But I played along with her. “Maybe we ought to—”

“You haven’t seen the master suite yet.” She was starting to sound desperate. “I’ve saved the best for last! It’s right this way!”

Back through the kitchen, and this time to the left, and in spite of myself, I let out a low whistle. The master bedroom alone had to be about seven hundred square feet. My apartment right now—the whole fucking thing—was maybe a little under that.