Jared chuckled, his eyes lighting up. “I thought you were a New Yorker now.”
“You’ve been keeping tabs on me?” David asked with a smile.
“I might have Googled you from time to time,” Jared admitted, shrugging his shoulders as a smile creeped up his face.
“Well, as long as we’re making that confession. My research led me to believe that you were in Colorado,” David volunteered, running a hand through his hair.
“I moved back to Florida,” Jared explained. “I found a job in Jax and moved here about five years ago.”
“You didn’t want one in Miami? I mean, to be near your dad.”
“I wanted to be here,” Jared replied.
“So you bought the house down the street?” David asked.
“I lived in an apartment over on Southside Boulevard for a few years, and I kept my eye on this neighborhood, waiting to see if anything good opened up.”
“You remembered the neighborhood that well? You were only here once, a weekend that summer after graduation.”