Chapter 80

We left the parlor and entered a smaller room. “Now, this is more like it.”

“Ah. The den.”

“Is that what you call it?” I’d never had a place with enough rooms that one could be designated a den.

“Yes.”

My flat-screen TV was mounted on one wall, while the framed sword that had once belonged to Hollywood’s best swordsman was on another wall. A loveseat was angled in front of the television. In one corner was a bookcase that contained Quinn’s hardcovers and my paperbacks, and in the opposite corner the bookcase held his DVDs, the DVD Portia had given me of the movie Hondo, my VHS tapes, and CDs that belonged to both of us. I had the feeling we’d do most of our TV viewing in this room, as well as listening to music and reading.

Portia and Theo had made this perfect for us. Although…

“I don’t know about this loveseat, Quinn.”

“It’s pretty. Don’t you like it?”

“It is pretty, but it’s never going to fit both of us.”