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She popped her head into the hall bath and noticed it was blue with a white counter and the same wood maple-colored molding, but had gray tile floors.
The bedroom doors were open and the two spare rooms had beds in them with different colored throw rugs under them. There were shades on the windows, not curtains and that was fine in her mind. Most men didn’t have those things.
“This is the primary?” she asked. “But you said your room is upstairs.”
This room was gray. Darker than what was in the kitchen. The throw rug was off white and only covered a foot around the bed. The bedspread was gray and white with shades on the windows.
There was no decor, but the furniture was nice, even if it looked older.
“This was the primary before I converted the attic. So this was my father’s room and then mine. This is his furniture too. Mine is upstairs. I had this in storage and brought it back.”
“All the furniture in the rooms were his?”
“Yeah,” he said. “So my old bedroom set is in the first room when you came in the hall. The second room that was smaller was his office. I put a bed in there so it wasn’t empty.”
“You don’t have an office?” she asked. She found that odd. Most people had offices even if they didn’t own a business.
“Upstairs,” he said.
She quickly moved over and popped her head into the bathroom and saw a nicely updated shower, small double vanity and toilet.
It was a decent sized house before he put the addition on. At least for New York City standards. Poppy’s old condo that she lived in was double the size of her old apartment and she thought that was a lot of room, but Knox’s house was even bigger.
They climbed the stairs, which were right off the kitchen. She suspected there used to be a door there shutting them off from the attic before it became his bedroom.
When they got to the top, you had to turn either to the right or the left. There were two doorways to enter. Almost like the landing was a hallway.
Knox moved to the right and it was his bedroom. There was a door to give privacy but she’d bet it was open all the time with him living alone.
“This is nice,” she said. It was a light blue in color with white trim and reminded her of living on the beach.
The floors were wide plank wood that was more like weathered gray in color. Different from downstairs but perfect with the decor.
Even the trim was white up here. She liked he was willing to mix and match the styles, but this was just so comfortable and cozy in her mind.
Relaxing.
“Thanks,” he said. “I figured if I was close to the water I might as well get the indoor-outdoor feeling of it.”
She turned and saw the glass doors that were letting in so much light. There’d been a window at the top of the stairs too, but here the doors were the only light source and massive.
“Now this is the best part,” she said.
“I think so,” he said after he put her bag on his bed. He opened the French doors, both of them, and it was like indoor and outdoor living that he’d said a minute ago. “I almost put sliding doors so I could have a screen to keep the bugs out. I just thought this was better looking.”
“It’s more dramatic,” she said. “But I could see where bugs or birds could be a problem.”
He started to laugh. “Well.”
“Seriously,” she said. “Don’t tell me a bird got in here?”
“More than one. I think I’m going to screen in the deck. I’m playing with it in my mind.”
The deck off his room was big and she saw it extended to what she assumed was another room on the other side.
“Let me see what is over there,” she said.
He left the doors open and they moved to the other side of the deck. This side had sliding doors and he opened one and they went into what was his office.
