Slightly run-down Victorian house.

Willow (Will, to her friends) Delaney gazed up at the house looming over her. It was perfect. An old three-story Victorian with classic gingerbread trim, a porch that wrapped around three sides of the house, and even a turret! Will sighed. The old girl was going to need a lot of work, but it would be so worth it in the end. She opened her hand and stared at the key that rested in her palm.

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Worth It

landscape ranch with horses grazing

Looking around the ranch as the sun dropped below the horizon. Remmie smiled. His wife, Jelena, sitting next to him, glanced over.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly, her hand on his arm.

“Oh, just how lucky I am to be here with you and the kids. That you and the kids even exist,” he said, squeezing her hand.

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I stared up into the tree.

“How the hell did you get up there?” I didn’t really expect an intelligible answer and indeed, what I got was a brief tail wag and a small whine. The tiny brown puppy shifted and then scrabbled back as his front paws started to slide down the trunk of the big oak.

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A path through a garden leading to a blue door set in a stone wall.

The apartment above the pub was surprisingly spacious and open. The first time she’d seen it, Kyrie had been enchanted with the apartment. It was a large two-bedroom, two-bathroom place that spread the length and width of the pub below. A large balcony ran across the back of the apartment, overlooking the parking lot below, but more importantly, providing an unimpeded view of the ocean. The opportunity to live rent-free practically right on the beach was what made Kyrie decide to leave her app-creation job in Silicon Valley and move to the small central California coast town where her parents had retired.

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