Page 53 of Unpredictable

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Chapter Fifteen

I’m leaning against the hood of my car out back of Momma’s House looking at my phone when she calls out.

“What are you doing here, asshole?”

I pocket my phone before looking up. “How are you, Sage?”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. What are you doing here? Where’s Reed?” she demands.

“I told him I would pick you up today. I want to take you somewhere.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, jackass.”

I open up the passenger door and wait for her to slide in. “Would I be here if Reed didn’t think it was a good idea?”

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“Text him. I’ll wait,” I tell her.

Sage texts Reed.

“Meddling asshole,” she mutters under her breath while walking towards me. “I’ll go with you, but for the record, it’s against my will,” she tells me before sliding into the passenger seat.

“It’s been recorded.” After shutting the door, I round the car and slide into the driver’s side. I start the car before handing her three pieces of paper. “I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s going to be just us for a bit.” I start the car and pull out of the parking lot.

“What are these?”

“Houses.”

“Clearly, Sherlock. But why are we looking at houses?”

“The way I see it is Victoria probably has bad memories at my apartment. And apartment life really isn’t conducive to raising a child. So, house it is. I need help picking one out.”

Sage hums while flipping through the three pages. “This one.” She shoves it in my face.

I push the paper away. “How about you enter the address into my navigation? I would like to make it there in one piece, thanks,” I say sarcastically.

Twenty minutes later, we’re sitting in the driveway of the three-bedroom, two-bath house. It’s a single story with a grey stone exterior with black shutters.

“Let’s go in, shall we?” I ask over my shoulder before sliding out of the car. Sage climbs out too and follows me to the front door.

“Nice front porch,” she says softly.

“Two rocking chairs over there or a porch swing would look good.”

Sage hums in agreement.

Inside is an open floorplan. You walk into the living room with light walls and dark hardwood floors that flow right into the kitchen. The living room has a modern fireplace, and the kitchen is all white marble counters with grey cabinetry. Sage slowly makes her way through the home while I hang out in the kitchen. I’ve already done a walk through and can picture us living here.

“What do you think?” I ask once Sage makes her way back to the kitchen.

“It’s a nice house. I’m sure you’ll have fun entertaining here.”

“I won’t be entertaining anyone Victoria doesn’t want here. I want to turn this house into our home,” I tell Sage while leaning against the counter.

“Whose home is ‘our’ home?”

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