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scarf off her head. They were sitting behind a small mottled brown brick house with a matching detached garage. “This where you live?”
     
    “Yes, why?”
     
    “Just asking.” She stepped off the Harley and looked around. Andrew lived in a huge house, but this house was much smaller, and considerably older, with a steeply pitched roof and small windows. As she waited, he typed some numbers on a keypad to open the garage door, then sat on the bike and kicked it inside and parked it beside a beautiful old car.
     
    “What kind of car is that?” she asked.
     
    “’68 Chevelle SS Convertible.”
     
    The car was gorgeous. A deep, rich, metallic blue so dark she first thought it was black, the car sat hunkered low over its big, fat, tires. It looked fast just sitting there. “Did it always look like that?”
     
    Ironside laughed as he stepped off his bike and removed the helmet. “Hardly. I spent five years and God only knows how much money to make it look like that. It’s a new car underneath. It has the same LS9 motor as a Corvette ZR1.”
     
    She was new to bikes, but she loved fast cars. “Take me for a ride?”
     
    “No,” he said as he pressed a button to start the door down.
     
    She followed him to the back door and looked around as he unlocked. This was obviously an older neighborhood, but the houses were lovingly maintained. Ironside’s was no exception, and his landscaping looked like a golf course.
     
    She followed him inside. Ironside’s house might be smaller, and older, than Andrew’s, but it had a charm that Andrew’s lacked. While Andrew’s house was far more spacious, it was garish, pull of expensive trinkets, loud colors and animal print fabrics. Ironside’s house, on the other hand, was warm and cozy, with hardwoods extending through the kitchen into the rest of the house. The kitchen was painted a light butter yellow with complimentary tile accents on the walls and Corian counter tops.
     
    “Want a beer?” he asked as he opened the fridge, offering her one. When she took it, he pulled another out for himself.
     
    “Nice house,” she said as she twisted the lid off and took a pull, smacking her lips. “First Guinness I’ve had. It’s good.”
     
    “Thanks. Want the nickel tour?”
     
    “Sure.”
     
    “Kitchen, obviously,” he said as he moved from the kitchen. “This is the family room.”
     
    The room was painted a rich sage. The small windows would have made the room dark, but the brilliant white trim, cream-colored furniture and dazzling spots in the ceiling made it dramatic instead. The best feature of the room was the large fireplace whose stones were almost the exact color of the brick used on the outside of the house.
     
    “Master suite,” he said as he led her into a small hall then stepped aside.
     
    The bedroom was dominated by the bed, the largest she’d ever seen, but as big as he was he probably needed the room. The walls were a pale grey, but again accented with brilliant white trim. The furniture was sleek and modern with rounded corners, the oak glowing as if oiled.
     
    The bathroom was stark white with a round shower, of all things, in the center of the room, the water from the ceiling-mounted showerhead contained in a large glass tube.
     
    He led her up the steps to two more bedrooms, both with pitched ceilings, one of which contained a massive television along with a couch and a huge piece of exercise equipment. Both were arranged to where the person sitting on the couch or using the gym could see the television. The third bedroom, the smallest, housed a regular size bed and more simple but expensive looking furniture.
     
    “I’m impressed,” she said honestly as he led her back down the step. His house was beautiful, elegant, spotlessly clean, and totally unlike Andrew’s.
     
    “I like it. My great-grandfather had it built.”
     
    “And now it’s yours.”
     
    He nodded, but she thought he looked a little down. “Yeah. I moved