Especially after chucking his ring at his head all those years ago.
But anything was better than admitting defeat to her father. A cold chill traced her spine as she thought about the dreams she had when she was younger. The dreams to travel to Champs Les Sims, become an world renowned painter, attend all the parties, know all the people. Dreams quickly squished by her cold hearted father.
She took one last breath of fresh air and knocked on the door.
He was relieved to see her. A sweet financial angel. He was embarrassed. He did pretty much live in a shack. A shack he couldn't afford. But it wasn't his fault that the local Newspaper was only hiring for paper boys. A job he couldn't wait to forget.
However, all of these emotions fled him when he saw her. Of course it had been years since he saw her last. Although he had watched her graduate, against the restraining order, he quickly avoided her at all other times. No harm. No foul. She was just as beautiful now as she was then. Her frame was tall and slender and her brown eyes sparkled in the night light.
Words escaped him.
"Hey, these bags are heavy. Can I come in?" Haleigh asked.
All Dean could do was nod and step out of the way.
"The door on the right is yours."
Haleigh observed her surroundings as she made her way through the combined living room and kitchen. It was the typical guy pad. Hole filled couch, rustic table for two, a concrete and plywood T.V stand, complete with a layer of dirty clothes in place of rugs.
She tugged her bag into her "room." At least there was one room in the house inhabitable.
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