Xander returned to his condo and his night's entertainment.
He took them to his condo on the beach for privacy.
A few such trees in the backyard behind your condo, cabin, or yurt would be enough to satisfy your power requirements.
She didn't move the entire trip back to the condo, as if afraid he'd blow her head off next.
The condo smelled of breakfast, and he looked around, satisfied to find it clean again.
She was too lively to be trapped in the condo on her own.
He closed his eyes to Travel out of the condo, aware he'd snapped at her once again.
She rose, bored after being trapped alone the whole day in the condo, and peered through the peephole.
He took them to the condo, and she tensed.
He's in your condo building.
He flipped a switch to display an aerial of the country club on one wall and Dusty's condo on another.
Dusty gazed at his condo building.
His condo was as Bianca had said, boring with no color and no character.
As soon as the condo goes up, have them start, Dusty directed.
You remember how your condo building came down this morning an hour before you planned?
Lydia lived in a newly constructed condo on Oak Street as it drifted out of the main body of town and became the back road to neighboring Ridgway, ten miles away.
Connor had sold his condo, but Elisabeth still owned her home.
At two in the morning, she was the only one to stir in the crowded condo community.
Accustomed to late-night jaunts to the neighbor's, Jack walked into the condo and took up his spot on the couch.
They flew south, and she strained against the harness to see if her own condo was still standing.
They were close to her condo; she drove the massive Sky Bridge every day to get to work.
Yet she couldn't shake the thought that these weren't any feds; these were the feds from her condo community.
The destruction disappeared by mile marker five, only a few hundred meters from the turnoff to her condo community.
To her surprise, the condo community was as quiet as the night she left.
She went to her condo and walked up the stairs slowly.
She paused to look around again, caught in the surreal sense that everything that happened the past few months hadn't touched the condo community.
Pressing her thumb to her door, she realized there was light lining the windows of the condo beside hers.
Her condo was nothing like Mrs. Watson's.
"Your condo was likely broken into," Mrs. Watson said after the long pause.
The condo felt like it belonged to a stranger.
She started towards the forest hedging the road adjacent to the condo community.
Brady pushed her from his mind, focusing on the deer path leading away from the condo community into the forest.
We started at your condo building.
The news that no one had survived the strikes on her condo building made tears rise for a different reason.
She recalled how empty her condo had felt when she went back to it two weeks ago.
Instead of a key, there was a code to enter the condo located in a ritzy building on a private beach.
The ground floor consisted of formal dining and living areas, to include a hearth whose chimney stretched all the way to the top of the condo, two stories up.
Impressed already with the airy condo, she ascended the stairs to the second floor.
The woman in his condo said her name was Jessi.
Just in case, she waited a full two minutes outside his condo before typing in the code.
The condo was silent.
Back to his condo, where the cat waited for him at the top of the stairs overlooking the front door.
She didn't feel safe until the door to Xander's condo closed behind her.
The sudden images of Jonny sending in a hit squad on Xander or blowing up his condo went through her mind.
"I need to drop by the condo first," he said casually.
"Who also showed up at my condo last night, compliments of you?" he challenged.
Jenn texted him earlier to let him know his condo no longer existed.
What happened soon became apparent; there was a neat hole in the top story of the building where Xander's condo used to be.
He gazed towards his nonexistent condo and crossed his arms, leaning back against the car.
He hadn't thought twice about Toni's message that he'd delivered the package from the stash house to his condo until he walked in and discovered the vamp he expected was a woman.
She'd never expected to see her condo again and couldn't shake the feeling it wouldn't be the same.
Ingrid hired an interior decorator when he leased the condo a few months ago.
His condo was lifeless.
Your condo is so cold and standoffish.
He drove them up the coast, past the exit to his condo and onward to the hills of Los Angeles.
Wanna tell me who blew up my condo, Ms. Thursday?