Chapter 3
Disclaimer:
Me: Do I really have to say it?
Readers: Yes.
Me: You're positive?
Readers: Yes!
Me: Do I have to?
Readers: Just get on with it!
Me: Fine! I don't own Emmett…..
While walking across the street to the Carter's house, I got a pleasant surprise. Edward was in the front yard, watering what I guess Rosalie had stopped to come get me. But he wasn't just watering the flowers. He was watering them shirtless. And let me tell you, Edward had some niiiiice abs.
"Eddy!" Rosalie screamed at him over the sound of the gushing water coming from the hose. "We have company!"
Then she looked at me. "Sorry about his 'attire.' At least the place where his attire would be if he had any on." She laughed.
Edward looked somewhat embarrassed to have a stranger looking at his bare chest. Then again, when he saw I didn't mind, I guess he took it as a compliment. Men.
"This is the porch," Rosalie started. "Rather small, but we spend a lot of time outdoors, so we're on it a lot."
You had to take five steps to get on the porch. It was white wood paneled with flower baskets hanging from the porch ceiling. Two wooden rocking chairs sat side by side on the right end of the porch, and white balcony fence rimmed the whole porch. Sitting down briefly in one of the rocking chairs, I saw why Rosalie said they spent a lot of their time on it.
The view from it was spectacular. You could not only see the street, but everyone's surrounding yards. The nice old lady down the street, on her front porch sipping lemonade and stroking her cocker spaniels coarse fur. A family of five hopping into their SUV and the mother strapping the youngest, a baby, into his car seat. I didn't want to get up.
But I had to see the rest of the house, didn't I? She led me inside. When she opened that front door, I knew I was falling in love. With the house.
"This is the living room," She said.
Over towards the front of house, there was a window seat, with a white cushioned bench in front of it. There was a ledge to the window that stuck out like a shelf. Someone's coffee cup was sitting on it, so I assumed someone had been sitting there not too long ago.
The living room was incredible. A plasma TV hung on the wall in the middle of the room. A black leather couch and loveseat, accented with white and red pillows made the room modern and classy. A glass table with a black outer rim sat in the middle of the room. On each side of the couch stood an end table, also glass with black rims, and on them thrown books and newspapers and on one sat a red rose in a glass vase.
The living room jolted out into the kitchen, furnished with the newest appliances. In the middle of the kitchen was a huge marbled countertop on it the stove. There was a window over the kitchen sink, and it too, had a spectacular view of the front yard. From it we could see Edward still watering the plants shirtless.
The dining room had a gorgeous wooden table, surrounded by eight beautifully carved chairs. In the middle of the table the sat a flowered centerpiece, and on the wall by the table was a huge mirror. Also, in a corner sat a cabinet filled with priceless looking china.
"The house is spectacular," I commented.
"Thanks. You have no idea how long it took me to be satisfied with it." She smiled.
We went up the stairs to the second floor.
