“Where exactly are we going?” I asked Sterling who was leading me in the opposite direction of Josh’s apartment building. He grabbed something from a big black newer looking shiny truck parked on the side of the road and clicked the alarm button, making the headlights flash as the chirp indicated it was all locked up. “And if you have a truck then why are we walking?”

“I told you. I have a surprise for you,” Sterling said mysteriously.

“What is it?”

“You do know how surprises work don’t you?” he teased. “Hasn’t anyone surprised you before?”

“No,” I admitted. “Not very often.”

And not in any sort of good way.

“Well, I’m your first then. Just how I like it,” Sterling said suggestively, wagging his eyebrows at me. “Sorry. I was just teasing,” he reassured me when he noticed how uncomfortable his comment had made me.

I shifted my book from one arm to the other. Sterling quickly changed the subject and plucked the book from my hand. “What are you reading?” he asked, holding the book up so he could read the title in the moonlight. “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn? It’s not my favorite, but back in school, we had to read it almost every year for different lit classes. I must have read it a thousand times.” he handed it back to me. “You?”

“This will be my first.”

“So, what’s going on with you and Finn?” Sterling asked. “He seemed a little…protective of you at the junk yard.”

“He was my neighbor before the storm wrecked my camper. He’s the one who pulled me from it,” I explained.

He’s also had his tongue in my mouth and we’ve seen each other naked.

“Really? That’s…interesting,” Sterling said; he began to whistle when we approached the clearing where just beyond the trees my camper laid in a mangled mess and Finn’s house loomed at the edge of the swamp.

I stopped in my tracks. “Why are we here?”

Sterling winked. “You’ll see, come on. It’s part of the surprise.”

I didn’t move.

“Come on, I promise you’ll like it,” Sterling exclaimed, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me through the clearing. I stopped again but this time only because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

My camper was upright. Still twisted, but upright, but it was what was next to the camper that left me speechless.

It was the house from the junkyard, only it wasn’t split down the middle anymore. It was in one piece. Not only that but it was surrounded by a light yellow wooden deck that had been built around it.

“You’ve got a well now too,” Sterling said proudly, pointing to some white piping sticking out from the yard beside the house. “So, you have running water now. A drain-field too so you don’t have to worry about flushing the toilets. It’s all got somewhere to go now.”

“It’s mine?” I asked in a whisper slowly making my way to the steps leading up to the beautiful new deck. It smelled like fresh cut wood and stain.

“It’s all yours,” Sterling verified. “Here, catch,” he tossed me something from his pocket, I assume it was whatever he’d retrieved from his truck on the way here. I caught it. It was a single brass key and on the keychain, was my name.

“Who? How?” I asked, turning back to Sterling who I hadn’t realized had been standing right behind me. I crashed into his chest and he reached out, grabbing my shoulders to steady me.

“Easy there, killer,” he said with a smirk. “I could tell you who did this for you but that would be breaking the very exclusive secrecy agreement with a very private entrepreneur who has a tendency to do these kinds of things for the citizens of this town.”

“Is this the same person who helped out Josh’s parents?” I asked curiously, still not believing that I was holding keys to my very own house on my very own land.

“The very same one.”

“Do you know who it is?” I asked. “I need to know who to thank.”

Sterling put his hands in his pocket and rocked back on his heels. He made a ‘zipping up his lip and throwing away the key’ motion.

It hit me then. There were only two people who knew how much I loved that house. Sterling and Finn and since Sterling was the one who gave me the keys… “It was you.”

Sterling chuckled and placed his finger over his lips in a sssshhh motion. “I can’t say.” He winked again. “Now go take a look!” I turned and raced up the steps, the sound of Sterling’s footsteps close behind.

“How much is rent?” I asked, remembering that Josh said her family was able to rent it back from the investor who’d bought their home for a low cost.

“This isn’t a loaner. It’s not owned by someone else. It was purchased in your name. You own it. Free and clear.”

“I have a house,” I screeched. “I have a house!”

Sterling was suddenly right next to me lifting me in the air and twirling me around. “Now open the door,” he said in my ear. I shook myself from his grip and put my key in the lock.

“How was all of this done in just a few days?” I wondered.

“You’d be surprised how many underworked skilled construction workers are still living in Outskirts.”

When I turned the key and pushed opened the door, Sterling reached around me and switched on the light. The cabinets had been fixed and were now straight and not peeling. The bare wooden board floors were now a grey colored weathered hardwood. Everything had been cleaned and new looking white appliances had been installed including a washer and dryer in the laundry room.

A small yellow couch, a four-person round dinette set and a mattress and box spring were all in the house as well.

I was home.

“Do you like it?” Sterling asked from the kitchen where he was leaning against the counter with his legs crossed at the ankles.

“I love it. Tell whoever did this thank you. Thank you so, so much.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him,” Sterling said, “but trust me, he’ll just be happy knowing that you’re happy. And grateful.”

“Thanks,” I said, excited about my house but my throat started to run dry at Sterling’s sudden innuendo.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy your new place,” Sterling said, giving my shoulders a squeeze. “Enjoy, Sawyer. See you soon.”

“Sterling?” I asked.

He turned back around.

“Thank you,” I said again.

He smiled and took a deep bow before walking back out the door with a smile on his face.

When Sterling left, my shoulders fell. I’d been so stupid thinking that he was there for any other reason than to make sure I liked my gift. I instantly felt guilty for thinking anything bad about him or his intentions.

I brushed all that away and ran to my new room and leapt onto the mattress. I screamed into it to muffle the sound and pounded it with my excited fists. I sat up and gasped. “I have a house.”

I stood up and skipped around the kitchen. I looked out the kitchen window across the way to the shack. The curtains shifted, but I didn’t want to think about Finn and the confused way he made me feel. I wanted to enjoy the moment so I pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on the excitement bubbling up inside of me and enjoyed the moment.

I ran back to the bed and plopped down onto my back. Giggling to myself and feeling a kind of joy I’d never felt before. A kind of joy I never knew existed.

I was home.