Neil Dunn limps down the street, an old war injury not stopping him from going to his favorite place. When he slides into his usual spot, every eye is on this petite little red head. She's captured Neil's heart before he knew her name. But it turns out to be the boss' niece, Sally Foster. She's smart, she's good at her job, and she's taken over the business temporarily. Now she's taken Neil's heart. Will the past stop him from letting her in? Or is she the right woman to warm the ice-cold caverns of his soul? Also, will Roland stop looking at him like that?

Midnight Music

Neil and Sally pulled up to the O’Toole residence. Neil gave a low whistle as they stared at the vast house that stretched before them. It was a stunningly tall, with many windows and large double doors for the front of the house. Outside had a garden of flowers and a few trees full of life, swaying in the wind. 


“1900 South Prairie Avenue…this is it.” Sally looked at the house in awe. 


“His house, if we’re talking design and architecture, is better than Uncle Stew’s.” 


“Stew lives in a relatively newer house, with modern American builders. This is from the 1800s I believe.” Neil got out, and buttoned his jacket. He was grateful now that Roland insisted on making sure he was dressed appropriately for this meeting. They had parked in the street, right behind De Rossi and Jack. Devon, it appears, was not with them. 


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