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curves of highway and the wind is whipping through the car, causing
     my hair to fly wildly behind me. It feels great, just shutting it all out while Tantric’s
     “Astounded” fills the car.  

    It is nearly an hour later when I pull into the parking lot. I see Beau’s car parked
     in front of the garage, but it’s empty so I know they’re inside, though I’m surprised
     that they’re parked behind my SUV. They usually park behind the Spyder; I guess they
     must’ve known which car I’d take. I pull the R8 into the garage and walk into the
     condo. I’m on the second floor - technically - and it is empty down here. I haven’t
     decided what to do with the space, more specifically the basement below me.
    The condo is technically five stories tall. The bottom floor, the one below me now,
     is underground — at least on the west side of the house. The garage is elevated half
     a floor above ground; I have to drive up a small hill to get in and out of it. The
     bottom floor is pretty much open space. There is a bathroom — a good sized one — a
     bedroom and a wide-open area that would be perfect for an entertainment room with
     a bar. Which is what I think it will be, eventually.
    This floor, the second floor, has the garage, which is a wide, two-car width but could
     easily accommodate a small boat, camper or motorcycle, along with plenty of room for
     a tool bench and other manly things. Once inside the actual house, there is a large
     laundry room and a small section of servants’ quarters. The quarters contain two small
     rooms — more like closets — a small kitchen and a bathroom. A mini apartment, really.
     The servants’ quarters have their own separate entrance, which runs along the north
     side of the garage, as well as a door from inside the house. I guess if I ever wanted
     a roommate, it would be perfect, since I have no intention of having a fulltime house
     staff live here.
    I bypass the elevator. I still roll my eyes at the fact that my condo has an elevator,
     but due to the long, shallow staircase leading from floor to floor, the elevator might
     come in handy someday.  
    I climb the stairs.  
    This floor, the third, houses the kitchen and formal and informal dining rooms, along
     with a living room and a den or fourth bedroom. This floor has more furniture on it
     than the bottom floor, but it is still pretty bland. One thing that did get finished
     before I moved in was Beau’s mural paintings that adorn the walls, and I’m kind of
     excited to get real furniture in here. I think that I will be making the fourth bedroom
     into my office, and while I don’t see a reason for a formal dining room, I haven’t
     a clue what to turn it into, so it will likely be that: a formal dining room.  
    I call out, “Beau? Where are you?”
    “In the kitchen,” she calls back, and I head that direction. Actually, I head straight
     for the fridge and the bottle of moscato hiding within it. As I come into the kitchen,
     Beau and Mick are sitting at the bar opposite the sink. Sitting in front of Mick is
     a big, thick, brown, accordion-style file folder.  
    “Hi, guys, why the serious faces?” I open the fridge, grab the bottle, then turn,
     pulling a wineglass down from the overhead rack. “Want some?” I ask them both.
    Beau nods.  
    “Have any beer?” asks Mick.
    I roll my eyes at him. “Of course,” I say, reaching for another glass from the rack.
     I pour Beau and myself a glass of wine, and when I return to fridge to put the bottle
     away, I grab a Sam Adams from the door. I pull the bottle opener off the fridge and
     pop the cap, tossing it into the hole in counter that leads to the trash can below.
     Their faces are pissing me off. I slide the beer to Mick. “All right, what is going
     on?”  
    “Are you all right?” Beau asks me, and I can see the pity in her eyes and it drives
     me nuts.  
    “Yes, I’m fine, but my well-being is not at all why the two of you are here. So