You do know him personally, don't you?"
"I wish I didn't," he says with a sigh. "Then I wouldn't have you being all mad at me for no reason."
"No reason!" I exclaim and cross my arms over my chest before returning to silence.
I hear him mutter about stubborn women but I ignore him. The drive from our home to his parents' estate takes us almost an hour drive. I pretend to be asleep for most of the drive there but perk up when we are driving up a large winding driveway.
Now I know what inspired him to get an estate for us to live in as well. The house where he grew up as a child is huge and fits well in the Boston-Edison Historic District.
The lawns on either side of the driveway are well-manicured. I spot a carriage house and a pool house separate from the main house.
"You grew up here?" I break myself to ask him. It's even grander than our estate. It's enormous.
