it’s not like I’m having an affair, I’m just going to look at an apartment.” She said it matter of factly but her heart raced and she was mentally crossing her fingers that Jared would just let her go without an argument. No such luck for her as he continued. “An apartment for who?” he asked shortly. “For me of course, I’ll need a place to live once you get married Jared.” He looked at her blankly, so she continued. “I called Mr. Baxter and set up an appointment to take a look at an apartment at two thirty this afternoon so I really have to get going. Keys please.” She held out her hand yet again. He took a step back as she explained and scoffed at her. “Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t need an apartment. You live here, you’ve always lived here, and there’s absolutely no reason it won’t continue to be your home. Why in the hell do you think I would let you leave your home Lily?” he looked puzzled. By now he was leaning on his desk and this time it was she that moved to stand in front of him. “You really hadn’t thought about this part have you? I can’t continue to live here once you get married. No woman would allow it, and she s houldn’t have to put up with a strange woman living on property. When you get married, our relationship has to change.” She tried to talk to him with a reasonable tone. “We’ll think of something when that time comes, but you can forget about leaving. I won’t have it.” He refused her flatly. She was irritated at his blunt refusal, especially because he didn’t have a right to refuse her. ”Not because you say no makes it so Jared. I’ll just walk home and then take my car.” She spun got up and left hurriedly, slamming the door on her way out. Jared Maguire was not the only one with a temper. The extra time it took for her to retrieve her own car made her fifteen minutes late for the appointment. “Mr. Baxter how nice to see you again, I’m sorry I was so late, I had a little bit of car trouble on my way here.” She shook his hand and gave him a smile that was both apologetic and warm. Lucien Baxter was a friendly, timid little man that was best known for his clip on bow ties and awful checkered polyester jackets. His comb-over was a classic effort at covering his rapidly balding head. “No problem Lily, but I’m afraid that I’m the one that has wasted your time. The apartment is no longer available. It was taken just a little while ago and it was an offer I just couldn’t refuse.” He gave her a nervous little smile. Lily became suspicious, that apartment had sat un-rented for at least two months and now there was somebody so interested in it that Mr. Baxter would break his word about giving her first refusal. What she was thinking was so ludicrous, she felt silly even asking.