I'm a bit upset that Grant hasn't tried to give me any orientation when it comes to his work.
It's easy to forget that the man is busy for a reason, particularly when he cuts me out. I like making his meals and reminding him to eat them, but that's not all my job is.
I sit down in his chair and quickly scan the documents on the desk. I glance at the computer, but that feels like an invasion of privacy, so I stick to the papers instead.
It takes me all of five minutes to neatly sort them. The papers in the corner are a little trickier, but I find my way around this, too.
“Awesome. Now I feel like I'm actually useful.” I linger a little longer, not sure I'm ready to give up Grant's scent yet. After a few minutes of doing absolutely nothing, I leave the office, closing the door behind me.
I haven't seen Grant all day. The last time he was nearby was when he had stopped at my door the day before.
I felt him there. But then, I heard Molly calling him downstairs for breakfast. Thankfully, he went down to eat without knocking. I'm not sure if he tried to check in this morning or not.
I go down to the kitchen and find it empty. My nose may not be as powerful as the other shifters yet, but even I know that Grant isn't currently in the house. It doesn't seem like he's close by at all.
I leave the kitchen and head for the living room. All that space is occupied by just one person—the handyman.
Jackson turns in my direction as soon as I walk in. He offers me an easy smile that I quickly return. “Hey,” he greets. “I haven't seen you around much. Although that's probably my fault. I've been pretty busy for the past few days.”
I wish I had a chance to be busy. I'm dangerously close to being bored.
“What's got you so busy?”
Jackson adjusts his sleeves before answering me. “I work as a handyman in town too, and let's just say, there's an epidemic involving some bad bolts that need replacing.”
“Sounds serious,” I chuckle.
“Yes, ma'am, but not serious enough for me to miss a good workout.”
My ears perk up. “Workout?”
Jackson nods. “Yeah, the gym here is the best one around. If Grant ever opened it up to people in town, I tell ya, we'll have this house full all the time. It's like a hidden treasure.”
Hidden treasure is right. Why didn't he ever tell me about having a gym here?
“Uh, can you lead me to this treasure? I'd love to take a look at it.”
“Of course, right this way.”
We move along the ground floor, and I realize just how much I didn't see on my initial tour.
There are a couple of bedrooms downstairs, which make sense considering the size of the house. However, at the end of the hall, Jackson opens a door that reveals heaven on earth to me.
The gym is fully decked out with all sorts of equipment. The surprising thing is just how much space there is.
If the equipment was moved to the side, a boxing ring could fit into the room. Still, I'm more than happy to settle for one of the two punching bags that are present.
I'm going to live here.
Jackson stretches out his hand like a TV show host. “There you have it,” he says. “It's open all day, every day. What sort of workouts do you like?”
“I love boxing,” I admit. “I don't do a lot of exercise other than that, but boxing is something I enjoyed even before I got turned.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” I nod. “I haven't been able to get into it because I'm afraid I'll hurt someone.”
“I don't box,” he sighs, but I'm pretty sure you can find someone around here willing to spar with you. In the meantime, those punching bags can handle a lot of punishment, so feel free to unleash allyour fury on them.”
