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“Budget?”
“I haven’t thought about that. Why don’t you show me what’s available in the high end?”
“I’m on it. I already have a few in mind. How about I pick you up in two hours, would that work?”
“Sure,”
“Is Spencer coming with you this time too?”
“No, I’m afraid not. My dad is on vacation.” I looked over at Adam. “This time I’m bringing my spiritual advisor.”
I ended the call just when Adam bent down to pet Max. “I know you don’t like to be in the city but in a week you’ll be back in the woods chasing rabbits and squirrels.”
“Are you talking to him or yourself?” I asked with a smug smile. “You don’t like the city much, do you?”
“In small doses it’s fine, but you’re right, I prefer to be in nature.”
“Me too,” I said and received a surprised look from him.
“You do?”
“Yes. I love nature.”
“You could have fooled me with all your fear of being eaten by bears.”
“I wouldn’t mind living in a gorgeous cabin some months every year, as long as it had modern amenities like power, Internet, and a nice kitchen and bathroom.”
“Then why are you buying a place in the city?”
“Because my sister lives in the city. She’s my twin.”
“I know that.”
“Right. And I have friends here,” I added but left out that Seattle was the place I went to when Hollywood got too toxic for me. In LA I was Cleo, while up here I was for the most part Chloe, which offered me a way to stay grounded.
“Anyway, get ready to go and see houses today.”
Adam threw his hands up. “Sure, if that’s what you want to do.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know, Chloe, it just seems like a big decision to find a new place to live, and you don’t seem very clear about what you want. Aren’t you afraid it’ll be a bit too impulsive and something you’ll come to regret?”
I brought my coffee to the dinner table and took a seat. “Why would I regret it? I’m sure I can find a place that’ll make me happy.”
Adam came to join me. “And I’m sure you can’t. At least not long-term.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Why?”
Adam rested his arms on the table. “No place in itself will bring you happiness.”
“Yes, it will,” I insisted.
He shook his head. “Ona calls it the modern man’s addiction.”
I scrunched up my face. “And what addiction is that?”
“The destination addiction.” He gave me a long patient glance. “It’s an obsession with the idea that happiness is in the next place, the next job, or the next partner.
