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enough for me to afford it. And even if I can’t afford it, I may move in anyway.”
    “I may move in with you,” Charles answered. “Will you look at this place?”
    “I’m looking, I’m looking.”
    The apartment was laid out like a loft, living space flowing into dining space, and dining into kitchen. The main living area was long, almost half the length of the building. The wall of windows they’d noticed outside provided ample light and a view of the park across the street. There was a wide ledge under the windows, almost wide enough to do double duty as a window seat, and Lily fairly salivated at the thought.
    The room was divided by the kitchen island, a bar-height slab of granite with two high stools tucked under it on the living room side. Lily crossed over to the kitchen side and found more granite, the work surface slightly lower than the counter, with a dishwasher so new it still had plastic wrap on it snug amongst the cabinetry.
    “I think these cabinets are cherry,” Charles said, running a hand along the satiny edge of a glass-fronted door. They lined the room, making the most of the space in the small kitchen. More granite stretched beneath them, broken up only by the gas stove with spider burners, the built-in microwave, and the stainless steel side-by-side refrigerator.
    “This is unreal,” Charles said, his voice hushed with awe.
    “Let’s see the rest of it,” Lily said, and led the way down the short hall.
    Moving quickly, as though the apartment might evaporate around her if she didn’t, she pushed open what she assumed to be the bathroom door. She heard Charles whimper in delight as they took in the gleaming black-and-white tiled floor, and the garden tub tucked neatly under a window of glass brick that would let in ample light while still preserving privacy. There was a separate glass-enclosed shower, and when Charles pushed open the door, she wasn’t surprised to see a state-of-the-art shower system, with a rain shower overhead fixture and multiple spray heads coming out of the tiles.
    Charles couldn’t even speak, his mouth working as he struggled for words. She left him gaping at the shower and stepped into the bedroom.
    Almost as big as the main living room, it stretched the width of the building and had the same multipaned windows with the wide ledge on two sides, and the exposed brick of the exterior wall along the back. She turned to look at the interior wall and found built-in bookshelves lining the wall and a door, that when opened yielded a walk-in closet. A walk-in cedar closet.
    “Of course it is,” she sighed.
    Charles walked into the closet behind her and stopped dead, his mouth still hanging open. When he finally found his voice, he said, “If you don’t rent this apartment, I’m going to.”
    “You own your house, Charles.”
    “I’ll sell it,” he said. “This is a great fucking place, Lil. You gotta take it.”
    “I know,” she said. “Do you think he’d let me paint in here?”
    “You want to paint the brick?” Charles asked, horrified.
    “Don’t be daft, that brick is gorgeous. And I wouldn’t want to paint the built-ins, all that wood is just too stunning to cover up. But the interior walls in the living room, and the bathroom.”
    “Probably,” Charles mused. “Most places will let you as long as you paint it back when you move out. What are you thinking?”
    “Something strong, like red or an apple green. Maybe periwinkle for the bathroom.”
    “It’ll look great with the tile,” Charles agreed.
    “It really will.” Lily took one last look around before heading for the door. “Let’s go find the landlord.”
    Charles trotted after her as she strode through the living room. “Where is he supposed to be?”
    “He lives here, I assume, in the front house.” She trotted down the stairs and pushed out the door. Gravel crunched as she hurried along the path as fast as her three-inch heels would let her. She looked over her shoulder and