The brownstone was beautiful.

Prue stood on the sidewalk, staring up at the four-story building in Brooklyn Heights. Red brick, black trim, black iron railings on the front steps. Trees lined the street. It was the kind of neighborhood she’d loved seeing in movies, but she had never been in this area before. She had thought they were going to his apartment.

“This is it,” Nate said beside her, his hand at the small of her back. “Home.”

She blinked at him. “You bought ...