“How are we going to afford this?” Wren finally asks, returning to my side. “I mean… Don’t get me wrong, I love it. But isn’t it bigger than what we need?” I shrug. “We need to have a space for Evan to come to dinner, and his parents might want to stay if they come to visit. Better here than the hockey house. Besides, I want a space just for us. For you.” She blinks rapidly. “Oh.” A lump forms in my throat. “Baby,” I whisper. “You’ve never had a place to make your own. You had your dad’s house, and you lived with the Mitchells. Even the hockey house, as much as I love the guys, wasn’t really
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