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places.” I wish I didn’t have to move. I suppose I made the choice, but I couldn’t build a life for myself surrounded by my past.
“Still keeping a box back there?” He thumbs to the backseat. “Not fully moved in? Or is it too heavy? I can help you if you need.”
“No. I’m moved in.” Who cares about that box? He doesn’t need to know the history what’s inside. “I didn’t bring it in yet. It can wait.” The items aren’t going anywhere.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize a square piece of cardboard is a rough subject.”
I’m staring at the road in front of me, unfolding with every inch of pavement, wondering when it stops. “Don’t worry about it.” I pull onto the long, winding road leading up to the first house. “Let’s find you and your fiancée a home.”
Chapter
Ten
My iPad is open on the table queued to the properties I saved for Kellan we were unable to view today. I dropped him back at the office to pick up his car and we’re meeting for coffee to discuss the others. I'm not much of a coffee drinker but I suppose I'll give the beans a try. He suggested the place and I don’t want to make a fuss. I can order tea.
Ten minutes have passed since I arrived at the cafe and I expected him to be walking in right after me. First he doesn’t show for practice, then he’s almost late to the first game, and now he can’t even follow me here in a timely manner? I’m a tad irked. What can be keeping him? Is he lost? No, he’s more familiar with the area than I am. A car accident? Doubtful since we’re less than a mile from the Double West Realty offices. None of the houses I showed him fit the bill so what if he ditched me and, therefore, fired me?
Right as I’m about to let out a silent roar, he strolls through the door. A few people point and smile at him, and he smiles back. I’m sure he gets that a lot when he goes out. He’s a local celebrity. I forgot to catch him on the news this morning. I put a quick reminder in my calendar. I want to admire him in action.
I try to be upset with him for almost standing me up, but his dark eyes and soft scruff on his face distract me. I almost forget why I’m irritated as I gaze at him in his forest green polo and blue jeans that sag enough to come just short of showing me some skin.
“Sorry I’m late.”
I push the button on my phone to check the time, even though I’m well aware of the time. “Late? I didn’t even notice.”
“Good. Then I’m right on time.” He slides onto the chair as though it were created right for his butt. “I got a call right after you left. I didn’t want to drive while on the phone.”
He’s conscientious and smart. A great combination, and, honestly, quite a match for my Goody Two-Shoes reputation.
“Did you order anything?” He flips through a small menu that outlines all the specialty coffees.
“Not yet. What do you want? I’ll go grab it.” I can claim this as a business expense.
Kellan puts his hands on the table and stands back up. His fingers are long, his nails in top notch shape. I can tell he doesn’t bite on them and takes care of them. I suppose he’s pointing at a map on live TV. Every part of him needs to be perfect. And it is. “I’ll order us something. Be right back.” This time, as he walks away, I check out his backside.
I cross and uncross my legs about a hundred times before he returns. Why do I feel like I’m on a date whenever I’m with him? This is a business meeting. This is a business meeting. I remind myself while he’s gone so I don’t forget again. He sits back down and hands me a large mug.
“Cinnamon flavored coffee. I hope that’s okay.”
“Definitely.” Since I don’t care for coffee, hopefully this masks some of the flavor. I take a sip. No. No, it doesn’t. That’s fine, though. I’ll force it down. Had his delicious smile not been distracting me, I would have spoken up and asked for tea. My fault.
“Okay.” I scoot my chair over
“Still keeping a box back there?” He thumbs to the backseat. “Not fully moved in? Or is it too heavy? I can help you if you need.”
“No. I’m moved in.” Who cares about that box? He doesn’t need to know the history what’s inside. “I didn’t bring it in yet. It can wait.” The items aren’t going anywhere.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize a square piece of cardboard is a rough subject.”
I’m staring at the road in front of me, unfolding with every inch of pavement, wondering when it stops. “Don’t worry about it.” I pull onto the long, winding road leading up to the first house. “Let’s find you and your fiancée a home.”
Chapter
Ten
My iPad is open on the table queued to the properties I saved for Kellan we were unable to view today. I dropped him back at the office to pick up his car and we’re meeting for coffee to discuss the others. I'm not much of a coffee drinker but I suppose I'll give the beans a try. He suggested the place and I don’t want to make a fuss. I can order tea.
Ten minutes have passed since I arrived at the cafe and I expected him to be walking in right after me. First he doesn’t show for practice, then he’s almost late to the first game, and now he can’t even follow me here in a timely manner? I’m a tad irked. What can be keeping him? Is he lost? No, he’s more familiar with the area than I am. A car accident? Doubtful since we’re less than a mile from the Double West Realty offices. None of the houses I showed him fit the bill so what if he ditched me and, therefore, fired me?
Right as I’m about to let out a silent roar, he strolls through the door. A few people point and smile at him, and he smiles back. I’m sure he gets that a lot when he goes out. He’s a local celebrity. I forgot to catch him on the news this morning. I put a quick reminder in my calendar. I want to admire him in action.
I try to be upset with him for almost standing me up, but his dark eyes and soft scruff on his face distract me. I almost forget why I’m irritated as I gaze at him in his forest green polo and blue jeans that sag enough to come just short of showing me some skin.
“Sorry I’m late.”
I push the button on my phone to check the time, even though I’m well aware of the time. “Late? I didn’t even notice.”
“Good. Then I’m right on time.” He slides onto the chair as though it were created right for his butt. “I got a call right after you left. I didn’t want to drive while on the phone.”
He’s conscientious and smart. A great combination, and, honestly, quite a match for my Goody Two-Shoes reputation.
“Did you order anything?” He flips through a small menu that outlines all the specialty coffees.
“Not yet. What do you want? I’ll go grab it.” I can claim this as a business expense.
Kellan puts his hands on the table and stands back up. His fingers are long, his nails in top notch shape. I can tell he doesn’t bite on them and takes care of them. I suppose he’s pointing at a map on live TV. Every part of him needs to be perfect. And it is. “I’ll order us something. Be right back.” This time, as he walks away, I check out his backside.
I cross and uncross my legs about a hundred times before he returns. Why do I feel like I’m on a date whenever I’m with him? This is a business meeting. This is a business meeting. I remind myself while he’s gone so I don’t forget again. He sits back down and hands me a large mug.
“Cinnamon flavored coffee. I hope that’s okay.”
“Definitely.” Since I don’t care for coffee, hopefully this masks some of the flavor. I take a sip. No. No, it doesn’t. That’s fine, though. I’ll force it down. Had his delicious smile not been distracting me, I would have spoken up and asked for tea. My fault.
“Okay.” I scoot my chair over
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