He had three days to get Reid on side. He could do amazing things with three days, really remind Reid how good they were together. They went up the elevator of his building, which opened up into his penthouse if you had the keycode. He liked being able to walk off the elevator and into his home, not have to worry about messing with physical keys. The room off the elevator was open, windows on two sides offering an amazing view of the city, like a grand hall or something. “Welcome.” “Nice building.” Ooh. Sarcasm. Reid was off-center, big time. “You chose it,” Walt countered. After all, he’d only bought the place because Reid’s coffee shop was already here. “I did. I love it here.” “Then you do like my building.” He gave Reid a wink. “I love my coffee shop.” “Which is in my building,” he insisted. Reid rolled his eyes. “It was my coffee shop first.” His baby was so stubborn. “Whatever.” “Yeah.
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