Corrie flies out to charming Corrie/Dita/Sons

Opie smiled, "Nah...just think it's the girl that creates the laugh."

corrie blushed and quietly slid a small hand across the table to lightly touch the tips of his fingers.

"Thanks."

Opie trailed his fingertips against hers, "No...thank you."

She looked at the time on her phone and stretched,"Mind takin me home before all of this goes down?"

Opie nodded, "Sure. Where ya located?"

"You know the recently remodeled old brick farm house down the road from Dita? The one that sticks out in this town?" she laughed.

Opie smiled, "The old Miller place? Really?"

She smiled, "I have a ting for old homes. It seemed like Iwas going to be here a while and so I wanted to give the place some love."

Opie smirked, "You know it's haunted, right?"

"Oh, boy-o I'm Irish, remember," she threw her head back and laughed, "It's a law we live in haunted places."

Opie laughed, "Just a friendly heads up." He got on his bike, handing her his helmet."

Again she hesitated before getting on, "Alright, laddie. But i think I can handle it."

Opie chuckled, "I'm sure you can." He waited until she was on before driving off.

When they arrived Corrie was in awe. It was the first time she'd seen it in person, "Remind me to buy Dita something. Lass did a good job."

Opie chuckled, "A good job at what?"

Corrie pulled her short self off the back of the bike and handed the helmet to Opie.

"She set this all up. I wired her the money, but she chose the house and fixed it up for me. She's my right hand. Pretty high honor for someone who isn't Irish. I generally get my way, though."

She walked up the steps to the old porch, "Want to come in with me?"

Opie shrugged, "Sure...do I need to get my ghostbusting equipment out first?"

She laughed heartily," Shut the fuck up Opie. Come on, we can see it for the firsttime together."

Opie smiled and followed her in, "You know...I'm handy around a house. If anything needs fixin', I'm your guy."

"You're my guy, huh?" she chuckled.
Thee entry way was amazing. Her sister had been sure to keep all the original elements of the house so a beautiful, smalll, chandelier hung from the ceiling.

"Wow."

Opie smiled, "So that is why Dita kept badgering Juice for the van to go antiquing. It looks great in here."

Corrie went through the house, room by room. It was absolutely perfect. She sat on the four poster bed in her room and sighed, laying back on the bed.

"It's perfect. I may never leave," she chuckled.

Opie chuckled, "Good. Remind me to thank Dita."

She rolled onto her belly and sat up on her elbows. With an eyebrow quirked, she stared at him. He was tall, rough, and had hazel eyes. She hadn't expected any of them to be so friendly.

"I think I'll take a nap before tonight. You can stay around the house if you like."

Opie nodded, "Um, okay. Are you sure you are okay with that? I could crash on the sofa for a little bit. Kinda tired too."