My Enemy Next Door

Epilogue II

Tyler

Manhattan, New York

One year later

“You can open your eyes now.” I gently pulled the silk blindfold away from Chassie’s face.

Her eyes fluttered open, and her jaw dropped to the floor. “Oh my god …”

I stood back and watched as she walked around the living room, as she ran her hands along the custom granite countertops in the kitchen.

As if she was in a trance, she roamed from room to room in silence—taking in every inch of the four-thousand square foot condo.

“You’re renting this?” she asked.

“I bought this.” I set the keys on the counter. “For you.”

“Is it too late to tell the bank I can’t afford the property tax on something like this?”

“It’s been handled.” I kiss her forehead.

“You’ve changed your mind about us moving in together already?”

“Of course not.” I walk over to the door in the corner and unlock it, revealing an apartment. “I bought the one next door, too.”