“That’s weird,” I said as I poured beans into the grinder.
“What is weird?” Phoebe asked.
“They’re all willing to help us today.”
She frowned. “So? You said they’d be happy to help.”
“Yeah… but they all answered quickly. Almost as if they spoke with one another.”
I bit back a laugh, absolutely sure that I was right.
“When do we want to go?” I asked Phoebe.
“It’s up to them, really.”
“Knowing my brothers, they probably cleared their schedules and are ready to pounce. I’ll tell them to meet us at your house in an hour.”
“Perfect,” Phoebe said and then widened her eyes. “Let me just check your fridge.”
She dashed to open it, then perused the contents. She rose on her toes, inspecting the top shelf as well.
“Okay, this looks good. I have everything I need to throw lunch together. By the time we get back from the house, it’sgoing to be lunchtime for sure. Then they’ll have the rest of the afternoon off. I’m excited.”
“Chase asked if you’re taking any furniture.”
She shook her head. “No. The new owner said he’s got plans for it. I only packed the smaller stuff, like glasses and plates and…” She paused, looking around at the kitchen. “You don’t actually need any of that.”
“We’ll figure out later what we’ll do with them.”
I was so damn ecstatic that this woman was going to live with me, I couldn’t even explain it. Nothing had ever given me so much joy. Not even sealing a business deal.
While I drank my coffee, Phoebe went upstairs to get dressed. Mom called as I finished making myself a second cup, and I answered right away.
“Good morning, darling,” she greeted.
“Hey, Mom. How are you doing?”
“Fantastic. How’s your Saturday?”
“It’s going great. Do you need help with anything?”
“Oh no. That’s not why I called. I was wondering if you have plans for dinner.”
“Why?”
“Oh, well… I spoke to Jeremy today, and I couldn’t help but overhear…”
I started laughing before she even finished her sentence.
“Don’t laugh at me, young man.”
I cleared my throat. “Sorry. Please continue, Mom. What is it that you couldn’t help but eavesdrop on?”
She gasped. “I didn’t eavesdrop! Oh my. I can’t believe my own son would accuse me of something like that.”
“Mom!” I urged.
“Well, he was saying that Duncan is going to help move some boxes from Phoebe’s house to yours.”
