“What’s this room?”
Michael glanced over.
His expression didn’t shift, but I swear something flickered in his eyes.
“Oh. That’s just the basement,” he said easily.
“I set it up for myself.”
“For what?” I asked.
I nodded.
After all, men like having their own space. My dad had his workshop.
My brother had his garage. This wasn’t strange.
Was it?
I let it go.
