“I don’t particularly get attached to places.” “I noticed that.” Her tone softens. “I bet you don’t even consider your penthouse a home.” “It’s just a house.” “Then where’s your home, Daniel?” Right in front of me. Wait. What? What in the actual fuck was that thought all about? I didn’t just think of Nicole as my home. I simply didn’t. “Nowhere,” I grumble, my grip hardening on the trolley.
