Touch by Touch (Riggins Brothers #4) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,57
do is go to her place and hold her. I just need to touch her soft skin. Fuck, but do I miss the feel of her skin pressed to mine.
I debate on calling Marshall, asking him to go to the gym with me, but I know he went out last night. He’s not going to be interested in the gym. Not today. Instead, I grab my phone and scroll through social media. An advertisement for a local realtor pops up, and it’s for a house I recognize. It’s not far from Grant’s. Clicking on the ad, I look through the pictures. This place has been completely renovated, and it’s nice. Really nice.
I like my condo. I do. It’s close to downtown and the nightlife. Something Marsh and I have taken full advantage of over the years. His condo is on the other side of town. Depending on where we are, determines whose place we would end up at the end of the night.
Those days are over.
Even if I never convince Aspen to give me more of her, I can’t go back to that life. I want more. She’s made me want more. I refuse to think about what might happen if I can’t convince her.
After hitting the Contact Me button, I place the phone to my ear. It’s now just after seven in the morning and probably too damn early to be calling a realtor on a Sunday, but I want to see that house.
“This is Dan,” a man answers on the third ring.
“Hi, Dan, my name is Conrad Riggins.” I know our family is well known. “I’m calling about the listing.” I go on to tell him which house I’m looking at, and he asks me a few questions about what I’m looking for. “I wasn’t, to be honest. I just happened to see the listing, and it’s near one of my brothers.”
“Well, I can meet you there at your earliest convenience. It’s vacant and was just listed yesterday.”
“I can meet you there in thirty minutes.”
“Um, okay. Mr. Riggins. I’ll see you there.”
Throwing off the covers, I make my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee before rushing through a shower. I don’t know where this sudden urgency is coming from, but the location is perfect. Besides, what better way to show Aspen that I’m serious than to give up the bachelor pad in the heart of downtown Nashville?
Driving down the road, I’m getting excited. This is a great area, and Grant and Aurora literally live maybe two miles from here. The location is perfect. I pull into the drive behind, who I assume, is the realtor. A man with salt and pepper hair steps out of the black sedan. “Mr. Riggins?” he asks.
“Conrad.” I offer him my hand. “Thanks for meeting me on such short notice, Dan.”
“That’s my job. You want to start inside or outside?”
“Let’s go inside. I drive here all the time on the way to my brother’s place. I’m familiar with the area.”
“Great. Just so you know, I’m not sure if you read through the entire listing. There is a total of eleven acres, and two of that is a pond.”
“I did see that. Thanks,” I say, following him into the house.
“I’m going to hang out here and give you time to walk through. Since it’s vacant, I don’t need to be with you.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Take your time. I have calls and emails to keep me company.” He chuckles, and I like him immediately. He’s not a pushy salesman.
Taking my time, I walk through every room, and it’s easy for me to imagine myself living here. The house has been completely remodeled, and it’s stunning. Exactly what I would have done had I built it on my own. The master bedroom is huge, and the bathroom has a large walk-in shower, a soaker tub, his and her sinks, as well as his and her closets. There are three additional bedrooms upstairs and a fully finished basement.
It’s entirely too much house for a single guy, but I hope to not be single for long. And, if I am, it’s still a great place to have my family over. I can imagine my nieces and nephews here running and playing in the backyard, having pool parties. I know we have Mom and Dad’s land for fishing but having my own pond is nice too. There isn’t a single solitary thing I can find that I don’t like about it.