Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
However, it felt weirdly like he was standing to attention, reporting for duty.
“They can wait,” I pointed out.
“I’ll get ’em.”
He then walked by me, touching my hip, and considering what Core was going to be doing was more exciting than me taking a load off in the living room, Nanook went with him.
I turned and watched them disappear into the bedroom.
Because something wasn’t right about that.
And I didn’t like it.
But I was too exhausted to do anything about it.
As far as I was concerned, I was moved in. I had my clothes, shoes, accessories, makeup and hair stuff. I’d go back to the apartment here and there, when I had time, in order to pack for the big move that didn’t have to happen for three weeks.
So I was, for all intents and purposes, sharing my home with my man.
We were getting back to us, so maybe things would be weird for a while.
If that didn’t go away, then I’d get into it.
For now, I took what I had in my hands, walked to the media unit and placed my Baccarat butterflies where they belonged.
I then plopped on the couch, listened to Core and Nanook do their thing, and when he came back, I told him, “I’d kill for some Chinese.”
He got right on his phone.
He then joined me on the couch.
I knew exactly when he saw the butterflies.
Because instead of hanging with me on the couch, we were making out on the couch.
After the food arrived, we ate Chinese in front of the TV, neither of us making a big thing I was there and had no reason to go back to my place except to pack.
That wasn’t weird.
Core and me just being, but doing it together?
As usual, we slotted right in.
24
MOODY
Hellen
I was in the closet, rushing through changing clothes because I was late getting home and Core and I were going over to dinner at Beck and Janna’s that night.
We were supposed to be there in five minutes. I felt shit that I’d lost track of time before I left the office, because no way would we be there in five minutes.
And I was looking forward to this.
I was keen to get to know Janna better. I was also keen to meet their kids. I was further keen to get beyond the last convo I’d had with Beck and move into a much better place with him.
But things had been crazy since Core and I got back together.
I’d been spaced out, dealing with our breakup, so I’d let work slide, and I had to catch up on it.
Not to mention, Xanthia had her own connections, she’d worked them and brought in five new clients (I was so right to hire her, she was sharp, had hustle and went the extra mile—she was the bomb!). But even if this was great for income, it was quite a bit of work.
Topping that, another of my clients heard we were expanding services and asked us to take over their website, newsletter and affiliate maintenance.
Further, Xanthia and I agreed the menu we were going to roll out, so it was full steam ahead on the conference we’d decided to host in Sedona next February.
In sending out a save the date, we already had seventeen clients that expressed interest, and considering we were thinking it’d be around ten, that was very exciting.
In other words, it wasn’t a great time for me to mentally check out due to having a situation with my boyfriend, and it meant a lot of work when I checked back in.
Because of this, I wasn’t getting home until after seven every night (and sometimes it was closer to eight), and I was working weekends, so I didn’t have time to swing by my place to do much packing.
I had the hall bathroom sorted and maybe a quarter of the kitchen. But the kitchen was always the biggest job.
Since Core didn’t need me to deal with the heavy stuff, he, Beck, Eight, Muzzle and Shim had driven their trucks to my pad, and now we had a guest room and furnished den at Core’s.
It was up to me to get the kitchen sorted and clean the unit, and I was facing the fact (and some panic) my once expansive three weeks to do this had now dwindled to only a few days.
I just didn’t know how I was going to be able to carve out the time.
Last on my taking-up-time-and-headspace list, Liane had sent a two-word text while I was driving home: Call me.
I hadn’t read the text until I got home.
This wasn’t very Liane, and it concerned me, but I didn’t have time to call her and change my clothes so we might be fashionably late, not offensively late.
I’d call her on the way over to their house.
On this thought, Core entered the closet and tripped over the shoes I’d just kicked off (and, truth be told, two other pairs I hadn’t yet put away).