I chuckle. “Basically.”
“What if you already know her?” he replies casually as he looks out of the car window.
“I don’t think I already know her.”
“Oh, that’s right, because you’re going to have this big romantic moment when you see her . . . you’ll know.” He shakes his head. “How are we even fucking related?”
“I am getting that moment, sue me for believing in destiny. When I meet her, I will one hundred percent know.”
“What happened with that girl you went away with?”
Kate.
I grip the steering wheel tighter as anger rolls around my stomach; it pisses me off that I’m pining over her. She’s got me by the balls, not that I’ll ever admit it. “Didn’t work out.”
“Is that why you’ve been a moody prick since you got back?”
“I have not,” I snap.
“Oh bullshit, you’ve been a fucking nightmare to be around. A bear with a sore head.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
We drive for a while in silence.
“Doesn’t Julian Masters live out here somewhere?” he says.
“Yeah, like ten minutes away. That’s how I first found this area, I came to his house for his son’s christening. It took me eighteen months to finally find the house I wanted. Well, the land I wanted, the house may go completely yet. But the property is beautiful, three hundred acres.”
“What’s the plan?”
“I’m going to move in here as it is for three months or so, find out what I like about the current house and what I don’t. Then remodel or rebuild. It’s huge, has ten bedrooms and five living areas as well as what used to be servants’ quarters; it used to be a big country estate back in the day. The house is a couple of hundred years old so it needs a lot of work.”
Christopher’s eyes flick over to me. “It’s probably fucking haunted.”
“Shut up.”
I glance over at him and he holds his hands up in a spooky gesture. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” He makes a ghost sound. “You’re not going to be scared out here all alone, in this big old haunted house . . . where nobody can hear you scream?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, as I imagine being terrified all alone.
“I wonder how many people died in it.”
“That’s it.” I stop the car. “Get out.”
He bursts out laughing.
“I mean it, get out. I brought you here to look at my new house, not so you can scare the fuck out of me.”
“So, you admit it, you are scared? At least now I know what I’m getting you for a housewarming present.”
“What’s that?”
“Ghostbusters’ voucher.”
“I’m going to punch you.”
I continue driving and we pull into a driveway. The stone sign next to the gate reads:
Enchanted
“What does that mean?” Christopher frowns.
“It’s the name of the house.” I widen my eyes. “You can’t be that stupid.”
He raises his eyebrows. “You’ve got to change that though, right?”
“No.”
“Oh God, this just keeps getting worse. You want to live in the enchanted castle with your princess?” He curls his lip.