His mind wasn't even there as he walked into his vast kitchen with a 'U' center island; granite counter tops and decorative ceiling. Removing his tie, he didn't look up. There were at least two upper stairs that led to the kitchen. It was was six am, yes he had slept at the office. It wasn't his intention maybe it was. He didn't want to come back to this huge house just so he could here the echo of his footsteps. The quietness got to him. He needed a smaller place, presumably a bachelors penthouse but he didn't want to let this house go. Della chose this house, it was...