“No, I’ll get it done,” I assure him.
I don’t know how, but I’ll have to. I check my watch. It’s only eleven thirty-six. I still have the rest of the day and all of tomorrow. There is a small chance that if I work late, I could get him the plan before Saturday morning.
“Good. If there is nothing else, you’re free to go.”
I stand from the chair and walk toward the door.
“Oh, and Tanner?”
“Yeah?” I freeze, looking over my shoulder.
“Don’t make me regret this.”
His words knock the air out of my lungs, and my blood runs cold. I clench my teeth together, breathe in deep through my nose, and try to calm the emotions flooding my head. No doubt about it. He thinks I’m going to fuck it up.
CHAPTER 14: MOVE IN DAY
WREN
At the sounds of my alarm, I roll out of bed and shuffle to my bathroom. I brush my teeth and check the time on my phone. It’s seven thirty, which means my friends should be here in thirty minutes or so to help me pack.
My nerves have me feeling a little nauseous. Originally, I was worried that living with Tanner would be like living in a frat house, but after dinner the other night, I’m just worried it’s always going to be awkward between us.
I’m about halfway done with packing, and I’m sure the girls and I can knock the rest out pretty quickly. The guys will be here at eleven to start moving my furniture to my parents’ house and to Tanner’s, so we have a lot of work to do in a few hours, but it’s not impossible.
Dolly walks into the bathroom and sticks her butt into the air, stretching her back. “You ready to move, baby girl.” She mazes through my legs, only pausing to rub the side of her head against my shin. My phone vibrates, and I swipe up on the screen.
The Tortured Therapists Department
Gray:
Stopping to grab a pumpkin spice latte, and then I’ll be over!
Poppy:
That sounds so good! I think I’m going to stop on my way to Wren’s to get one too. Anybody else want one?
Chloe:
Me! Ava was up all night. Can you add an extra shot of espresso? I have cash.
I’ll take one, but can you make it iced? A PSL sounds like the perfect thing.
Poppy:
Y’all got it! Lacey, do I dare ask if you want one?
Lacey:
Jace already made me my London fog, so I’ll pass.
Poppy:
Okay, I’ll be there soon with the caffeine.
I finish my morning skincare routine, put my hair in a ponytail, and walk back into my room to get dressed in leggings and a T-shirt with a large bouquet of wildflowers on the front. Surveying the space, I make a mental list of everything that needs to be done and then walk into my kitchen to try to find something to eat. There isn’t much, but I manage to find a granola bar. I’m savoring the last bite, starting to feel a little better, when someone knocks.
“Morning, lady!” Gray chimes as she walks through the door. “Are you alone?”
