“I know it’s bad, but I haven’t been here all that much
since Charlie had me become your bodyguard,” Edward said quietly. “With the
increase in my pay, I’m looking to upgrade and move out of this shithole.”
I walked around, sitting down on the dilapidated sofa. I
nearly fell through to the carpet below. Edward had to help me up, moving me to
another cushion that was a bit more supported. “Wow,” I said, looking around.
“We can go,” he muttered, his gaze falling to my feet. “I
know it’s not anything special, but at the time, it was all I could afford.”
“Edward, it’s fine. I’m not used to it, but you’ve made it
homey,” I replied. It was immaculately clean and there were touches here and there
that were uniquely Edward: pictures of Chicago, mainly the Chicago Cubs, a few
photos of Edward as a kid with a pretty red-headed woman, presumably his mom. There
were some makeshift shelves, filled with books of all types. However, the most
predominant book were crime novels and mysteries.
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