“My parents like to have the option to keep as much distance between themselves as possible. I'd grown up in a house that was barely twelve hundred square feet. There's certainly a lot of room." We hadn’t made it inside yet, but I was guessing it was probably ten thousand square feet. "Only your parents live here?" I asked, stepping out of the car. It was private and hard to get to, a real getaway location, and much too big for a family of three–two, now that Donovan was grown. It was gorgeous from the outside¸ a well-kept home with sweeping vistas over hundreds of acres of preserved land. The car came to a stop at the end of the long driveway in front of a sprawling two-level mansion. Since he'd brought his driver along, we were both passengers, and the two of us knocked out a bunch of the work that had lingered from the week on the ride up, so by the time we turned down the tree-lined lane, white from snow, I felt relaxed and ready for some social engagement. Apparently he was quite proud of his cars and extremely willing to boast about them when prodded, a rather fascinating fact to learn about him.
We took the Tesla, which was equipped with an all-wheel drive system that made the car exceptional in all weather, according to Donovan. I certainly didn't want to feed their imagination. Even if most of the staff knew that I was dating Donovan, they didn't need to know what we were doing with our free time. I hadn't wanted to take it to the office with me. We left on Friday afternoon shortly before four o'clock so that I could stop by my house and pick up my weekend bag before hitting the road. Washington, Connecticut was two hours outside the city.
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