“Yes,” Ian stated, “here I am.” He had been hoping that she’d come back soon, however with Vanessa’s habit of falling out of contact, trying to reach her was practically impossible. But yet, here she was, finally back, finally home. “How was your trip?” Ian asked, trying to diffuse the tension.
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"Mind-numbingly dull. Meetings, contracts, hostile takeovers, one or two murders--not my fault--Barely worth talking about.” She responded, a smirk present on her lips as slid the key into the front door’s lock and pushed the door open, “Are you coming in, or do you plan on standing on the porch like a lost little boy? I think this old house of mine has missed both of us.”















