“No,” I answered.
He shook his head like his father had not much earlier anddisappeared into the living room.
Darius, rolling my medium suitcase (Liam had all the bags,and was rolling my carryon), followed him.
Darius came back quickly, meaning Liam got the job oflugging that all up the stairs.
“Did you make room for my stuff?”I asked.
“Babe, I’m not a clotheshorse like you.Three quarters of mycloset is empty, and there’s inbuilt drawers in there I’ve never used.”
“So I’m set,” I said before my next sip.
“Did you bring hangers?
I frowned.
“I’ll hit Target tomorrow,” he muttered, going after his ownwineglass.
This wine thing was another surprise.I’d always thoughtDarius would be a beer drinker.He was when we were partying in high school.
I guessed he grew up.
Like me.
I noticed it.
And yet part of me was stuck back in time.
Learning these new things about him, I found, was prettydamned awesome.
“I’ll head out at lunch and go to the Container Store,” Isaid.“I’m persnickety about my hangers.”
He poured as he replied, “You tell me what you want, I’llget it.I’m out of the office most of the time.It’s easier for me to swing bythan it is for you to get away.And you need a break for lunch, not hitting astore.”
“It’d be appreciated.”
“That’s nice, but it really isn’t a problem.”
Okay, maybe I could take them ganging up on me, if I gotthis diva treatment on the regular.
But we still had to have a conversation about the cussing.
“Did you hear about the party on Saturday?”I asked.
“Brace, baby.They’re gonna suck you into the Rock Chicks.”
The Rock Chicks.
That’s what the book was called that someone wrote aboutIndy and Lee.
It was apropos.They’d always been Rock Chicks, and fromwhat I could tell, that also hadn’t changed.
“Is that bad?”I asked curiously.
“Not even a little bit.They’re good people,” he muttered asLiam strolled in.
“We got a decision?”he asked.“I’m hungry.”
