Page 77 of Tempting the Heart

I laughed. “A little different from Marigold.”

He unlocked the truck, opened the door, and helped me in.

Tyler walked around the hood of the truck and tapped it before he got to his door, and I chuckled, realizing I hadn’t seen him tap much around me.

He punched the address to his phone, and the directions started.

“So, who was Nancy?”

“The hospital’s social worker who wanted to intervene before APS truly became involved, essentially.”

“And she suggested your parents not move back home?”

“Correct.” He glanced at me.

“Wow. I’m just… That’s a lot to absorb.”

He nodded. “Nancy is actually friends with Bethany.”

“Okay.” That didn’t tell me much, but I felt there was more to the story, and Tyler would tell me as he grasped everything.

“I just hope this apartment is decent.”

“I’m sure it will be.” I nodded.

Tyler’s phone told us to turn into an underground parking garage before we even had a chance to see what the building looked like.

“Wow. This is fancy.” I chuckled. “If this is any indication, I’d totally move in.”

Tyler laughed and found a place to park near the elevators. We walked over and got on an already-waiting elevator, pushing the button for the lobby.

It was a short ride, and once the elevators opened, I couldn’t help but be impressed.

“If your mom doesn’t want to move in, I just might.”

Travertine tile stretched the entire expanse of the lobby, and a marble counter where a man stood was right near the elevators. Several seating areas with beige sectionals surrounded a stone fireplace. A couple of older folks were milling about and chatting. I could totally see myself here one day.

“Are you Tyler Grant?” the man asked from behind the counter.

“I am.”

“Wonderful. We have a unit on the third floor, fully accessible, that just became available.”

Horror dashed across my features when I realized what that probably meant, and Tyler had to look away as his lips turned up, seeing my reaction.

“Right this way.”

We followed the manager back to the elevators and to the third floor. The apartment door was right off the elevator. He typed in a code, and the door opened automatically.

It was a beautiful apartment. Not huge, but it didn’t need to be.

“When can I move in?” I teased, and the man laughed.

“When you’re sixty-five, but sixty-two with certain income qualifiers.”

I nodded, taking in the space. “Good to know.”

A small kitchen opened into an eating area that was open to the sitting room. Large windows overlooked the city street.

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